#and like! they like the kid! it's their only grandchild and he's a sweet boy!

[multishipper-baby]

I should probably give my version of Eak's parents names, bc I kind of want to write a mini fic with them in it as part of my future AU...

[theamberfist]

I'm a Grandpa! | Dad Alastor Headcannons

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Adopted Dad from life

Description: When you, Alastor's adopted child, end up in hell, he's surprised to find that you took in a kid of your own sometime after his death, making him a (not so enthusiastic) grandpa.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of murder, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's adopted child) (Reader is an adult) (Reader has an adopted son in this)

Words: 1,249

♡ Alastor died before you did. You had been a young adult at the time, but you were still left pretty much on your own in the world after that

♡ Being the adopted kid of a now-known serial killer tended to be very isolating, so you moved to a new place and took on a new name and identity in order to avoid the negative effects of what your dad had done

♡ Being his child, Alastor had always loved you very much and you really looked up to him. While you'd never been a killer or committed any serious crimes, you liked to believe he'd had good reason for what he'd done, and so you'd continued looking up to him despite it all after his murders came to light

♡ Which is why, when one of the kids you were in charge of looking after at the daycare you worked at turned out to be in a bad home situation, you stepped up

♡ Alastor had adopted you at a very young age from a similar situation and you cared deeply about this child so you ended up taking them in yourself and becoming a parent that day

♡ Your kid was an absolute terror. Alastor had always said you reminded him so much of his mom with your sweet and calm nature, so you supposed it was only natural for your own son to remind you so much of his grandpa with his dramatic antics and slightly violent tendencies

♡ Luckily, you were very good at having the kid's behavior under control and he always listened to you. It was everyone else that needed to worry when he was around

♡ You always hoped that, wherever your dad had ended up after his death, he would have been proud of you for following in his footsteps like this and that he would have loved his grandson if he could have met him

♡ So when you and your son both died in a horrific accident and ended up in hell, one of the first things you did was go looking for your dad so the whole family could be together

♡ Alastor found you long before you would have found him and he happily reunited with you, his child, after so long

♡ Appeared out of nowhere, hugged you, began talking about how much he'd missed you and how good it was to see you again, only to then notice the little boy standing behind you and growling like a feral cat

♡ Assuming the kid had been planning to attack you, Alastor started using his powers to get rid of your son, who immediately fought back like the little animal he was, but you put a stop to it all before anyone could get hurt, shouting for both of them to cut it out

♡ They both froze and you took a deep breath before picking up your son and turning back to your dad, explaining that you'd adopted a child while alive and introducing them as grandfather and grandson

♡ Neither of them were happy about that reveal but since you seemed so excited about the family reunion, they both hid their disdain behind fake smiles

♡ "I see..." Alastor said as he wiped his hand on his suit after shaking your son's hand, "then I suppose it is a pleasure to meet you...Child."

♡ Your son barred his teeth at your dad and that became the start of a deep dislike between them

♡ After that, the three of you all moved into a home together within hell. Alastor had insisted on you living with him again, especially now that you 'had a charge of your own to support' and claimed he simply wanted the chance to spend more time with his child and new grandchild

♡ Yeah, right

♡ Alastor and your son are both very good at acting like they get along while in your presence, but the second your back is turned, they're at one another's throats

♡ He would never actually harm your kid because he knows you would kill him if he did. However, that doesn't mean he won't 'defend himself' if your son attacks him so he takes it upon himself to provoke the child as much as possible and is quite good at it

♡ Several times, you've left Alastor in charge of watching your son while you went out, only to come home to the house nearly on fire. When you find them, they act like they just got carried away baking some treats but it's not hard to tell that that's a lie

♡ You routinely remind them both of how much you want them to get along and they both always claim that they do but it's a complete lie

♡ For how much Alastor loves and adores you, his own kid, he finds that he probably hates your son just as much

♡ You mentioned it to Rosie once when the three of you came to visit her in Cannibal Town and she said it's probably because the two of them are just too similar. Your son, in many ways, is like a younger version of Alastor and that's probably what gets on his nerves so much. That, and the fact that he feels his grandchild takes up way too much of your time and attention

♡ It's not until the two of them gain a common enemy that they finally find a way to be civil

♡ You had never dated much in life, either because of your slightly overbearing father or, later, your slightly overbearing son. Maybe you were never interested in it anyway

♡ But now that you're in hell, you end up finding someone you like enough to make your partner (whether romantic, queerplatonic, or anything else) and then that person starts taking your time away from both of them

♡ Common Enemy: Unlocked

♡ Now Alastor and your son find that they both hate your partner and want them gone so they reluctantly begin working together to subtly get rid of/scare them off

♡ Whenever your partner is over, they'll split up so that one of them makes an excuse to spend time with you while the other goes to your partner. One makes sure to keep you distracted while the other promptly terrorizes your partner in ways no one will believe them if they tell

♡ This goes on for a while, and eventually, between their shared chaotic natures, it works and your partner breaks things off with you

♡ And guess who's there to support you as you mourn the loss of the relationship? Your two favorite men who definitely didn’t plan this at all

♡ Cue them both in a group hug with you but behind your back they exchange glances with one another and Alastor nods approvingly

♡ Even though he still doesn’t really like your kid and feels like he has to compete with him for your time, the kid’s earned his approval today

♡ And who knows? Maybe if your son cares almost as much (he could never beat your dad as far as how much he loves you) as him, maybe there will be more times in the future in which the two of them work together to ‘protect’ you

♡ Either way, your son is safe from the anger of his grandpa, at least for now, and vice versa

……….

One shot based on this

[avatar4life]

Sad girl in Westeros

Part 2

Y/N was walking back to her chambers, shocked and speechless about the apology she just heard from Jacaerys, never expecting it. When she arrived to her chambers she sat down on the couch and leaned her arms on her knees, clasping her hands and thinking about what happened, when suddenly, a raven came to her with a note on the leg. She immediately recognised the handwriting: her father sent a message.

'my dear daughter, our family is well, but my heart aches for the pain you have felt in this time. I'm sorry for bringing you into this situation and for letting you suffer for so long, and as much as it pains to cause such problem on our queen Rhaenyra, my loyalty to her is full but I'm more loyal to my family, to my daughters. So, with a heavy heart, I accept the annual amendment of your marriage with Jacaerys Velaryon / Targaryen, and with that, if you wish it, you can come home. And I think it's best if you bring your children too, we don't need to bring them in such heavy matters as for now. I await for your response soon.

Come home Y/N, your father' the letter stated.

Y/N was surprised by the context on the paper and she felt not only happy to come back home, with her children on the less, but she also felt guilty for doing this to Rhaenyra and leaving the family, but she knew that she is now needed home, whereas she'll return being the heir of her land.

So with a heavy bit at the same time light heart, she prepared her baggage and her children's as they slept and made a servant prepare the waggon for the small dragons of her kids.

The very next day, after another council, y/n stayed back with Rhaenyra, Rhaenys, Corlys, Baela, Rhaena and Jacaerys.

"I've collected you here because... I've annuled my marriage with Jacaerys" she stated, leaving everyone in shock of what she just said "what?" Rhaenyra said shocked in hearing what her now ex-daughter in law just said "it is a decision I have made with much thought, and I think it's best for everyone involved. My house will continue aiding you and supporting your claim your grace but...I cannot stay here. Me and my children will leave tomorrow on the morrow on my dragon while their dragons will be shipped to my home." She explained to everyone, anxious of their response, expecting them to protest but getting surprised when Rhaenys immediately hugged her "even though you're not biologically my grandchild, I've always seen you as such" she whispered in y/n's ear, making her heart melt at such kind words from her. One by one, everyone hugged her, surprised especially by Baela since she hugged her so tight y/n thought she might have cracked a rib or two.

When everyone left, it was just her and Jacaerys, who looked shocked and frustrated "why?" He asked her, trying to keep his frustration at bay "cause this isn't my home, it has never been." She said to him, staying firm on her decision "I am your husband, and those are my children too" he said to her stepping closer. She raised her hand to keep him shut "you never acted like a husband to me, in no way you did. And you only spent time with the children, so much as I can count on one hand how much time you spent with them. So no, they're not your children, not our children, but my children. I need to get the kids ready for tomorrow, if you excuse me " she said firm and stern before leaving, not letting him say another word. Once she reached the children's chambers, she smiled as she saw them asleep, after a hard day of learning high Valaryan. She kissed each of their foreheads gently, trying to not wake them up. But it didn't work as her boy woke up "Mama?" He said half asleep as he looks at her and makes the motion of wanting to get picked up "hello my sweet" she said to him as she held him close, smiling widely as he felt right back asleep in her arms. She rocked him for some time to make sure he stayed asleep before tucking him back in bed and quietly leaving the chambers.

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The next day, she and the kids were dressed and ready to fly back to y/n's home, for one last time she hugged the family, except for Jacaerys, put her kids and buckeld their saddles on Eclipse's back before climbing on her own saddle and with one last wave she said goodbye to the Targaryens and started her fly back home.

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When she arrived she was immediately greeted by her sister, who was ecstatic to have her back "sister!" Y/N said happily as she hugged her sister back before gently unbuckling her children's saddles and helping them get off her dragon, who went to see her own babies. The children were in awe as they arrived to the house and we're happy to see their cousins, who immediately lead them to the gardens to play as the servants were taking the baggages they all brought.

"it's good to be back home" y/n said to her sister before looking at her parents and hugging them "I've missed you" she said with tears in her eyes, feeling like a little girl again in the warm embrace of her parents, especially her mother. "Aw my sweet girl, how you've grown" he mother carassed her face, "you're home" her father said smiling softly at his daughter. Y/N nodded at her father with a happy smile "I'm home".

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A few years later

The children have grown into capable adolescents, her boy has become a fierce soldier, showing mercy to only those who were worthy of it, the oldest of the three, her first girl, became a great diplomat and stratigist, and her second daughter has grown to be compassionate but fierce when need, often found with her mother due to how close she was to her.

When it was time for the children to learn how to handle dragons better and y/n having finished with what she could teach them, she made the decision to send them to King's Landing and put them under the guidance of Rhaenyra and her family, who have won the dance of the dragons war and proclaimed her rightful claim to the throne.

This didn't meant that her children were happy with the decision, which brought to this:

"mother you can't be possibly asking this" the boy said in shock and irritation

"you're right, I'm not asking, I'm doing this" y/n said as she stands up from her throne and walks to them, carassening each child's cheeks "I know you don't want this, and it pains me to send you off, but if there's anyone who knows dragons better than us, is the Targaryens." She said to her children. The three wanted to protest but they knew that it was better not to.

"...when are we leaving?" Her oldest, the first girl, said looking at her mother with determination, "tomorrow in the evening" Y/N said to her. The kids reluctantly nodded at her order and went back to their chambers.

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"this is ridiculous! Why should we go there when we can have someone else teach us?" The boy said as he paces around the chamber.

"cause mother bid it, now calm down" the first girl said as she stands next to the window and fiddling with her necklace gifted by their aunt on their 11th name day.

"as much as I hate this as you, mother is right. Our family has taught us everything they knew about dragons. If we want to know more we must go to the only other family that has dragons; the Targaryens" the second and youngest of the triplets said as she sat on the bed.

"I know but when we go there we have to see....father" the boy stated with disdain in his voice as he thinks about it. The girls stayed silent at his statement, also not liking their father, due to the true story they got from their mother when they have become adolescents.

"we must get through this. When we finished learning from them, we'll come back home" the second girl said as she looks at both her siblings, who reluctantly sighed and nodded at her words, accepting their situation.

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"if you eat my food I'll kill you when I come back" the boy said to his cousin as they all were about to leave

"try me" the cousin said to him as he chuckled.

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When they arrived to King's Landing, their dragons were brought somewhere else as they were too big for the dragon's pit. The triplets stayed there, looking at the entrance when they saw a man come towards them with a smile and a surprised look. They immediately knew who he was: their father,

'JACAERYS' they thought in disdain.

'GODS BE DAMNED'

This is the second part, I'm going to make a part three about how the kids are adapting and their relationships with each member of Jacaerys and Baela's family.

As again @aemondwhoresworld hope you like it

[amomentsescape]

Hey can I request jason voorhees x pregnant reader, they again already have a kid. It's late and jason is exhausted doing dishes or helping his wife get comfortable and hears a crash in the kids room and rushes over in full protective mode ready to attack, only to see a misty spirit if his mom glowing in the moon light, kissing the sleeping kid goodnight on their forehead and tucking em in and humming a lullaby saying "my beautiful grandbaby". Jason upon seeing this gets teary from joy and so does his mom and she tells jason that he's doing a great job as father and husband and she's proud but then fades away in the moon light and jason goes back to bed with his wife who wonders why he's extra extra affectionate and loving, and teary?

A Mother Knows Best

Jason Voorhees x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: In the middle of the night, Jason finally gets the sign that he's been looking for.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 787

A/N: I'm a bit sick currently and am definitely in a bit of a brain fog, so I hope this still came out to your liking!

After all this time living in the woods, there has never been a moment where Jason became fearful.

He could clearly protect himself, but even then, he knew no one would dare step into this area knowing that he was around.

It's exactly why he wanted to raise up his family here. He never wanted to worry about your safety, and he knew that growing up around nature would give his children the freedom to explore and be whoever they wanted without judgment.

It was another night like the rest. Jason was still rubbing your back long after you had already fallen asleep.

You were still in your first trimester, and the nausea mixed with the fatigue was kicking your ass.

Jason was doing whatever he could to help you get some rest, but unfortunately, there was only so much that could be done to alleviate that discomfort for you.

He continued to rub his rough hand along your soft skin, worrying that if he stopped, you would immediately wake up again.

It had taken a couple hours just to get the baby to bed earlier. And he couldn't help but feel guilty that he wasn't able to help more with the situation.

But like always, you just gave him a gentle smile and reassured him that everything was alright.

A sudden thud from the nearby room caused Jason to shoot up in bed, instantly being shaken from his thoughts.

Thankfully, you were still resting somehow, not having heard the same crashing sound Jason had.

This was the first time in forever that Jason actually felt fearful about something. But of course, he wasn't scared for himself, he was scared for his child.

He rushed to their room quickly, slightly curious as to why he hadn't heard his baby crying yet.

But when he finally reached the room, these worries and thoughts immediately left his brain.

A ghostly apparition stood over his child's crib. And although Jason wasn't too sure of what he was seeing at first, the gentle hum of her voice and the tilt of her head immediately struck him with realization.

"My sweet grand-baby," she cooed, touching her hand on their cheek.

It was only then that she turned to look at Jason.

An even wider smile stretched across her face, and her eyes were already teary. Jason could feel himself choking up at just the sight of her.

It had been years since he last heard her voice, and he never thought he'd be in a position to talk to her again.

Before he could even take a step into the room, his mother let out a sigh.

"I'm so proud of who you've become," she spoke softly, not wanting to wake her grandchild. "My beautiful boy. You've fought so hard for this life, and I couldn't be more happy to see how far you've come."

Jason was holding back sobs at this point, not knowing what else to do but take in her words and truly convince himself that this wasn't some kind of dream.

"I love you," she whispered.

The moonlight from the window seemed to shine even brighter as her ghost became more and more translucent. She reached her hand out towards him as she faded away, and Jason about sprinted into the room in hopes of catching her before she left.

But she was gone in an instant, and he was suddenly left there with a fast beating heart and tear-stained cheeks.

To know that his mother had never really left him and was happy of what's he's done seemed to lift a weight from his shoulders.

There was no more doubt in his mind that he was making the right decisions for you and your children. He was truly doing his best.

He quickly made his way back to your shared room, cuddling into the sheets behind you and pulling your body into his so tightly that you were already beginning to open your eyes.

"Jason?" you asked hoarsely, still a bit sleep drunk. "Everything okay?"

You could feel him nod into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in even further.

In your haze, you rolled back over and shut your eyes again, already drifting back into a deep sleep.

He was thankful for this. There was no way he'd be able to explain what just happened without breaking down right now. So instead, he looked over your sleeping form and placed his hand softly on your belly.

He smiled instantly, knowing his mother would continue to look out for him and his family. In fact, he swore he could hear a faint hum in his ear as he too began to doze off into a peaceful sleep.

[g0kotta]

SUMMER

Mitsuya thinks the girl working at a convenience store near his house is kind of cute.

Fluff, bad humor. Around 1k words

Mikey hits Mitsuya on the back and lets out an over exaggerated yawn. He tries not to push the shorter friend away from him as they walk towards the small convenience store that was owned by an elder man who treated every Toman member as if his own grandchild. They started going to that store when they just formed Toman since everything there was cheaper than in other stores and it was a great deal especially for young punks like them who did not have a lot of money.

“We need some good snacks.” Mikey whines. “I don’t want crackers anymore. They’re dry and disgusting.”

Draken pulls Mikey away from Mitsuya and raises a brow while looking at the president of Toman. “If you have some money to buy better snacks then please do so.”

“Actually, Shinichiro gave me some cash today. So we will be eating good, boys.”

Baji pushes the door open and confidently walks into the store with the other boys, yelling out the old mans name to say a hello, but instead they see a girl their age sit behind the cash register with pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie.

“Who are you?” Mikey points his finger at her. “And what did you do to the old man working here?!”

“You mean my grandfather?” You raise a brow as you look all of the boys up and down.

While working at a convenience store, you find yourself meeting a bunch of interesting people who come in and out of the store. Some of them are regulars, stopping by for their daily coffee or snack, while others are just passing through. As you scan their items and make small talk, learning about their lives and interests. Some people are extremely nice and some are a bunch of weirdos who you hope to never see again, like for example a man who comes over to the store after his shift. Which does not sound weird, but when you realise it’s a man in his sixties dressed up as a clown buying a bottle of whiskey and complaining to you about how kids are a bunch of pieces of shit who should not exist at all, it does raise some concern. Though you only see him on Saturdays around 6PM.

What you haven’t seen before though was a young boy pointing a finger at you and blaming you for making your tired grandfather disappear. You heard stories about these boys from your grandpa, but never actually saw them, because you did not want to spend your free time at a convenience store. But your money has been getting low and you wanted to buy some new clothes before summer ends, so you decided to work for your grandpa for the summer.

“Sorry about him.” A tall guy with a tattoo on his head bows down a bit and grabs his friend by his shoulder dragging him away. The other’s scatter around the store looking for something to buy for their movie night. As you scan all of them once again you notice the boy with purple hair and a light bulb shines above your head.

“You’re Mitsuya, right?” You ask and he quickly turns around with a smile, answering with a yes.

You grab a bag full of sweets and give it to him.

“Pops said to give it to you once I see you. He bakes them fresh every day. Said your sisters like them or something.”

You notice how his eyes light up and he grabs the bag from your hands with a “thank you” and a bow.

“Please thank your grandfather for me. My sisters do enjoy his pastries a lot.” His eyes caught your own and you realise that they’re a really pretty colour. One you haven’t seen on other’s before or even if you did, you did not pat any attention to it. But something about Mitsuya is different. In a good way.

That day the boys leave with bags of snacks and you find yourself thinking about the boy with purple hair.

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A few days pass and Mitsuya comes back again. This time without his friends, but instead with two little girls hanging around his arms. He introduces them as his sisters and you find it extremely cute how close they are to their brother and how they do not want to leave his side at all. But what you don’t expect is one of them giving you a compliment while you were scanning their items.

“You’re really pretty.” Luna states and you almost drop the can of tomato soup.

“Oh, thank you.” A smile finds a way onto your face and your cheeks have a rosey colour to them now. Receiving compliments from elders, or young boys will never be the same as receiving compliments from kids. Elders lie through their teeth, while boys just want to get with you, girls give you compliments and then talk shit behind your back. But kids.. Kids are ruthless. They always spit the truth. “You and your sister are prettier though.” You wink at them and as Mitsuya looks at you smiling at his little sisters he realises that you are very pretty indeed. How your eyes started to shine after his sister gave you a compliment and how cute your crooked smile was.

After they leave Mitsuya thinks to himself that he needs to come there more often, even if he doesn’t have a lot of money in his pockets.

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The third time he comes, he’s there alone. He only grabs a pack of gummy bears and a milk carton.

“That’s a weird combo.” You raise a brow and tilt your head to the side.

“Don’t say anything about it.” He sighs.

“You sure this is safe? You won’t be running to the toilet in like five minutes to shit your guts out?”

“You have a foul mouth.” Mitsuya starts to laugh. “The gummy bears are for Luna and Mana, while the milk is for my mom.”

“My bad.” You smirk. “Thought you were a weirdo for a second there.” And Mistuya laughs again.

As you look at him laugh, you start to realize that he's kind of cute, and you feel a flutter in your chest. As he leaves the store you find yourself waiting for him to come back again.

And Mitsuya makes sure he does just that. He just needs to make a plan how to get your number.

[verdemoun]

I'm still thinking. Hosea is a grandfather. A grandpa, if you will. There's Isaac, the boy he barely saw before timewarp, the boy he actually *watched* grow up. And Jack. Oh, Jack. (I am so normal about him.) The bright boy running around camp, turned into this. Just as emotionally fucked up as John and Arthur were at his age. And then there's timewarp kids, and then he figures out Jack had a younger sister. How does he handle THAT???

yes. y es i thought abt jack and hosea. because yes i fuckinf think jack would happily put up with hoseas bs. that is his grandpa and grandpa loves him.

oh fuck you you can't attack me in the feels like that and not expect an immediate reply covid has your brain cOOKING. sorry john + abigail jack is actually my son my baby my blorbo

If dad Hosea is intense, papa Hosea is willing to resort to the lowest honor tactics to protect his grandbabies. Like mama grizzly bear to the extreme: he might look the part of sweet old man but he will murder someone with his bare hands if they even LOOK at his grandbabies wrong.

He actually prefers being called Uncle Hosea because he loathes reminders of how old he is (even though growing old is something he is very, very grateful for). Isaac looked him dead in the eye when Hosea tried to correct him and said 'no I am calling you Pa and that's that'. He also calls Bessie Meemaw. Everyone else calls him Uncle Hosea but Isaac has that Morgan stubbornness.

Also Isaac is finally old enough for the 'yeah your dad was an outlaw and all those strange timewarp people are fellow gang members' and is immediately eyes sparkling. Knows outlaw bad but also how cool is that?? He will excitedly sit at Hosea's feet to hear stories about the old days and of course Hosea loves telling very true and not exaggerated tales of their adventures.

Between having no understanding of modern currency and economics and also the excitement of having a grandchild he gets to see whenever he wants because not running for lives anymore, Hosea is the worst when it comes to spoiling his grandbabies second only to Bessie.

Isaac, going from being raised by a 90% of the time solo parent to having such a massive family in the gang, loves all of them so much. Suddenly having grandparents for school events and those dumb family tree assignments. Isaac also inherited the theatrics genes. He's doing a video interview about Hosea's career and of course Hosea is just telling stories about scams and cons he ran but Isaac's in full old timey interviewer garb newsie cap on microphone and clipboard.

Isaac slamming the door at Arthur's fuck you I'm going to Pa's house when he's grounded. Arthur calling to say he's grounded do not spoil him send him home asap and Hosea merrily agreeing only to cut to Isaac getting cake and coffee while they play dominos. Hosea blindly agrees that Arthur is taking him getting suspended a second time far too seriously.

Old man bawling getting to hold baby Maeve. Sean trying to tell him to stop because he's going to wake her up but Hosea is the softest bastard when it comes to babies.

Emotionally ruined to find out Jack has a younger sister but also she was the first Marston to die and so young. He is always the first to offer to babysit and it was a very common occurrence to find her sitting on his lap drifting off as he reads to her. Practices her reading with her and plays tea parties with actual tea and does voices for different characters obsessed with playing with his smaller grandkids.

BUT HOSEA AND JACK. Hosea has been through the emotionally fucked teen outlaw gig so many times he is an expert. He knows when Jack needs space or to talk or company before Jack does.

As easy as it is to focus on that damage all that trauma and emotions and just darkness Jack carries with him, Hosea still sees their little prince.

The sheer emotion of knowing how much reading came to mean to Jack. The hurt but comfort of knowing that Jack, even if he didn't remember Hosea as clearly as Hosea remembers him, held onto something Hosea helped him with and gave him so tightly. How he read so much Abigail teased him despite how proud she was of the life he was going to have before everything turned to shit.

When Jack is still adjusting and understandably awkward and also mentally not coping, Hosea showed him their expansive private collection of books and saw the way Jack's eyes lit up. They both finally have someone to talk to books about.

Not only Jack lighting up a little like a candle being exposed to oxygen again but actually laughing as Hosea starts stacking books he recommends in his arms. Hosea being excited to talk about books without spoiling them also also just so excited to see that bright little boy is still in there.

Catching Jack curled up on what is usually his reading chair, book still in hand but fast asleep. Remembering the first times Arthur, and John, and Tilly and all those troubled young outlaws they picked up along the way felt comfortable enough to sleep around him, and knowing deep down Jack is going to be okay.

[joekeeryswife]

Sweetness and anger - e.m & s.h

hello angels! i hope everyone is doing okay, here is a part two to my most recent steddie x reader fic. thank you to @caseyqdilla for the idea (i hope this was okay)! enjoy reading 🩷🩷

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you had given birth to your sweet baby girl Penny just five days ago and it had been the most surreal experience. becoming a mum to this perfect little girl just changed your whole life and you couldn't be happier that she was finally here.

Steve and Eddie hadn't left your babies side since she was born. it was usually them who would wake up to change her in the night, or they would rush to calm her down if she wasn't hungry and they were the perfect dads any child could ask for.

you had decided today was the perfect day for you all to travel to Hawkins so everyone could meet your baby girl and the first stop was Wayne. Eddie had begged you and Steve to let Wayne be the first person from all of your families to meet her and you agreed. he had been the person all three of you could go to when you needed something and it meant a lot to Eddie.

"you girls okay back there?" Steve asked looking in his rear view mirror at you and Penny who were sat comfortably in the back. your eyes never left her sleeping body as you nodded and smiled. it was a little bit uncomfortable being sat in a car for a few hours but you knew that it would be good for you to get out of the house and see your family again, you also weren't to far away from the garage.

your finger was stroking Penny's cheek lightly as she slept in her car seat, her face scrunching slightly at the touch but her expression soon turned peaceful again. you were still in shock that you were actually a mum and it was crazy to think that you'd be looking after her for her whole life.

"Wayne called this morning, i've never heard him sound so excited" Eddie turned to look at you from the front making your focus shift from Penny to Eddie. "he's been excited to meet her since we told him, i bet he was getting impatient" Steve joked making Eddie slap his shoulder lightly.

"he's a very patient man Steve" you rolled your eyes as the two of them bickered back and forth, even with them becoming dads they still acted like kids. you looked down at Penny who was now awake and looking around the car. the boys had woken her up and you were surprised she wasn't crying.

"did you dads wake you up?" she had a frown on her face now. for a newborn she was really expressive and seeing them were just adorable even if she was trying to be mad. after the boys heard you speaking to your now awake baby they shut up and Eddie turned to look at you.

"shit, is she awake?" Steve glanced at you in the rear view mirror again as Eddie spoke to you. you nodded your finger stroking over her cheek again. "it's okay, it's not like she was going to sleep for the whole journey anyway, how far away are we from the garage?"

the only place Wayne could meet Penny was at the garage. he had tried to get in a few different members of staff to cover his shift so he could meet her at his trailer but was unsuccessful so you decided because you knew he was desperate to meet his granddaughter going to the garage was the next best thing.

"about five minutes, why what's wrong? do we need to stop" even before becoming a dad Steve was always making sure everyone was safe and would always ask if they needed anything. "no nothing, it's just i'm pretty sure she's hungry but we are almost there so we don't have to. i'll feed her when we get there"

Steve only nodded and drove around Hawkins to the garage. you were all nervous, Wayne would be the first person to meet Penny and this was huge. the first grandchild on all of your sides and it was a big thing. it was the newest generation and it was so surreal that only a few years ago you were all fighting monsters and had a crazy life, now you were parents.

you were now outside the garage still sat in the car feeding a hungry Penny. you had her and you covered with a nursing cloth making sure that no one could see you or Penny. breastfeeding was a very intimate and private experience and you wanted to feel comfortable without feeling watched so Eddie and Steve being the amazing partners they were kept watch outside the car to make sure no creeps were looking inside.

once Penny was fed and burped you put her back into her car seat and opened the car door. Eddie helped you out of the car whilst Steve got Penny out, holding the car seat tightly to be careful he didn't drop her (not like he would anyway he was just very cautious).

you walked into the garage arm linked around Eddie's with Steve walking a bit in front of the two of you. Wayne's head popped up out of a car and a huge smile took over his face. "oh my goodness" he threw a oily rag over his shoulder and walked over to the four of you.

you unlinked your arms from Eddie's knowing Wayne would go straight over to him. your thoughts were correct, he immediately pulled Eddie into a hug and patted him on the back. you felt a swell of love in your chest as you watched the small interaction, it was beautiful to see.

"congratulations" he said as he pulled away and looked at the small car seat on Steve's arm. again, Penny was sleeping, her peaceful expression showing of her prominent features that looked identical to yours except she plumper lips and deep brown eyes. her hair was brown and thick, now you knew why you had terrible heart burn.

"would you look at that, she's beautiful" Wayne teared up, he was a grandad now and he couldn't believe it. "i'll just go wash my hands, i'll be right back. Eddie you know where my office is" he left the three of you to go to the bathroom.

you all moved to Wayne's office and you sat down on the chair in front of the desk. you had a lot of pain after giving birth, you'd gotten a few stitches and it hurt a lot. Steve placed the car seat on top of the desk and unclipped Penny, gently pulling her out and placing her in his chest. he swayed slightly and placed a few kisses to her head.

"sorry for taking so long, Troy was being an asshole" Wayne sat down in his chair which was opposite to you and held his arms out. it had been years since he last held a baby but he was pretty sure he could remember how to. he had been reading a few (a lot) of books on babies just to figure out how to hold her (and found out a lot of other things just in case he ever had to babysit).

Steve placed Penny in Wayne's arms and he swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. his chin quivered and his eyes filled with tears as he looked at Penny who was still fast asleep. "i'll be right back" Eddie said placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before leaving Wayne's office.

"she's absolutely beautiful" Wayne sniffled but quickly composed himself "how was the birth y/n? i don't really know what happened, all i know is Eddie nearly missed it" you only nodded, still hurt from what happened only five days prior. "well the birth was okay because Eddie made it just in time but the boys never answered the phone. Steve had called them all day and no one picked up"

"i have no idea if they were pulling a prank or something but i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born and no one answered. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve stood behind you, a hand rubbing your shoulder. "it was scary. i was so worried that he wasn't going to make it because those stupid people not answering the phone. Steve called all day" you were hurt deep down. you had all wanted to be together when you were in labour and he had gotten that opportunity taken away from him.

"i called from like 9am to two hours before she was born. i'm surprised Eddie even made it" Steve shook his head at the thought. Wayne turned his attention back to the sweet baby girl in his arms who was now fussing. "i'll take her" Steve said as he walked around the desk to take her. "you both do know that those boys are here today" after hearing that you felt anger surge through your body. you knew you shouldn't blow up like this but knowing the two of them were there meant you could give them some advice.

Eddie had gone to see Troy and Adam who were both in the office they had been five days prior. Adam was on the phone doing his job like he was supposed to do but Troy had his feet on the desk and was chucking a paper ball up into the air, he looked bored. once Adam noticed Eddie he quickly and politely ended the phone call and his face changed into sympathy.

however when Troy noticed Eddie standing in the doorway he smiled and shook his head. Adam spoke first "Eddie i am so sorry for what happened the other day, did you make it-" "i knew you were fucking with us. there's no baby here" Troy laughed obnoxiously, cutting Adam off but Eddie stood there shaking his head.

"there is a baby you asshole and you two are lucky that i'm here and my girlfriend isn't" Eddie scoffed and Adam looked down at his hands, he was shaking nervously. "i am truly sorry Eddie, i shouldn't of even followed through with what Troy said" Troy scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"oh shut up you wuss. it's fine, jesus. it was a prank get over it" you saw Eddie standing in the doorway of an office and fast walked toward him, ignoring the pain in your body. "it's just a baby it's no big deal, you act like you're never going to have another one. your girlfriend will get over it anyway. if not she's a complete psycho and needs help" you were stood behind Eddie but after hearing that you squeezed in front of him.

"woah, who are you" Troy smirked, winking at you making you feel sick. he was disgusting. "i'm the girlfriend you just called a psycho you asshole" this made his smirk drop quickly. "you both are so stupid, do you have any idea what could of happened if Eddie didn't come in here when he did?" Adam just looked down again.

he felt stupid for even doing the stupid prank. "you need to grow up. you're somehow an adult which blows my mind because you act like a kid, it's embarrassing. what possessed you two to think not answering the phone was a good idea? it's your job for god sake and i'm surprised you're both even here" your face felt hot with anger as you looked between the two boys. you felt hot angry tears in your eyes, your hormones all over the place as you ripped into the two men in front of you.

you could tell by their different body language who was sorry and who wasn't. "i know it doesn't change it but i am sorry for not answering the phone. it was a one time thing and it was stupid" Adam said, his face was bright red with embarrassment as he realised what could of happened. he had thought about it for the last few days and every time he did think about it he felt sick, how stupid could he be?

“and if you think that we can just ‘have another baby’ it doesn’t work like that. you have no idea how many kids we want and of this was the only child we wanted then you robbed us from that special experience. yeah Eddie was there for the pregnancy and the birth but the labouring part is just as important and you ruined that. now you need to grow up, seriously.” a few tears ran down your face as you felt more anger inside of you.

your words were mainly directed at Troy who’s smug look had reappeared on his face. “one day you will realise, if you find someone stupid enough to even be with you, how special it is and how important it is for some people to have their partner there during labour. now i know you had no idea that i was going to give birth that day, none of us knew but pulling a stupid prank like that can be really dangerous. you could of left people stranded on the road. no more pranks, got it?”

you looked between the two boys, Troy was rolling his eyes but you knew of you carried on you wouldn’t stop but Adam nodded and apologised again you only nodded before turning back to Troy “you’re an asshole, you don’t come here for pranks you come here to work, that’s what you’re expected to do. now come on Eddie we have more people to see” with that you walked away from the three boys and wiped your tears as you left the room, Steve being outside the door with Penny in his chest with the car seat in his hand.

you and Steve walked to the car leaving Eddie still in the office. Troy now had his head down as he let your words sink in but he didn’t feel remorseful, only a little embarrassed but he tried to cover it. “Adam we accept your apology, i hope it won’t happen again” Adam promptly nodded and reassured Eddie he wouldn’t be influenced by Troy again.

“oh and Troy” Troy lifted his head to look at Eddie expecting the exact same thing to be said to him, his smirk had also reappeared “you’re fired” it was Eddie’s turn to smile at him but his was sarcastic and pissed Troy off. Eddie could hear you calling for him from the car “now if you excuse me i have to go see my sweet family and my lovely in laws, bye” Eddie left smiling, hearing the shouts of an annoyed Troy who most definitely deserved to be fired.

[imlovewithpixels]

"Childhood Sweethearts"

-Miles Morales/ 42!Miles x Fem!Reader

Y/N had a crush on Miles since always, and something inside her tell her that they were meant to be together. She just knew

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— Nana, quiero volver a casa.— The little girl grips her grandma, her eyes tearing as she walks next to her with her big pink backpack. 

— Mi niña , esta es tu casa ahora, ¿si? Tus papis hicieron un gran esfuerzo en traerte aca.— The old woman whispers, carefully picking her word as she looks at the little girl. She guided Y/n through the stair until the third food when her house was as she made way for her to enter. 

— No me gusta aca, todos hablan raro…— Y/n said pouting, her little hand gripping her shirt. 

— Te acostumbraras , nena. — Those words stuck in her mind as the girl tried to adjust to her first week in New York, which was horrible. Most of the kids laugh at her for her accent or ignorance of English, she only could be comfortable next to her grandma and misses the rest of her family every day, almost crying to sleep. — Doña Carmen, here I have some of your pills.— A pretty woman enters the house as Y/n hides, listening to the weird words that came from her mouth. Rio noticed her as she smiled. 

— Hi, baby. Is she your grandchild? What's your name, bonita?— The woman talk to her, Y/n catch the little accent, but she was unsure. 

— Tu nombre mija. — Her grandma explained to her. — Sorry, she does not catch el English yet, se acostumbrara…espero. — 

— Ay, mi vida, perdon ¿ Asi que hablas español? —

— Si señora…— Y/n was happier to speak spanish. 

— Tonces traere a mi hijo pa’ que juegue contigo, se llevaran bien. — At that moment, Y/n eventually became friends with Miles, almost clingy with the sweet little boy that he was. They draw together, she helps him in his first stages with graffiti, and she also gets used to living around New York and speaking English. But of course, everything is not always fine. Y/n has this gigantic crush on Miles, she was the only girl around him and was kind and flirty with him while they grow up, it was almost obvious to everyone that they would end up together. 

Even his uncle Aaron approved of their future relationship. And then, Miles enters his stupid private school and leaves her behind

...

…

— I can’t believe this shit, esta hablando con esa gringa.— Y/n complains to her friend. She had been expecting this party for a long time, she hadn't seen Miles in a while, and she wanted to spend some time with him again. 

Was she clingy? Maybe, but she was always there for him. When his uncle dies, on his birthday when she bought him an exclusive collection figure and always tries to make sure that he was ok. But, that stupid boy lied to her face, he was hiding something, of her, of her mom and dad. 

He always disappeared out of nowhere. 

La señora Rio even thought for a moment that he was on drugs, but Miles was not that type of guy. She knew that he would be late with the cake, so she bring one of her own, just in case. 

She tried to be at his side, not only because of her crush on the boy but because they were friends. Or at least, that is what she thought. 

— Y/n, relax girl. That blondie has nothing compared to you. — Her friend said, smiling comforting. Oh yeah, and now, that Gwanda came out of nothing, from who knows what part of Africa to be with him. 

Both girls saw how Ms. Morales and his husband started talking to Gwanda. Y/n keep giving her a sour look until Rio looks at her and calls her. 

— Show her who would be a Morales! — Her friend pushes him to the little balcony. Y/n put on her best smile, even if she already say hi to the couple, and then she turned with her most cute face to Miles. — Miles, no te he visto en varias semanas, how are you doing? — She throw herself to hug the boy, god l, he was so tall now. Her cheeks were a little red as she kiss Miles’s cheeks. She could feel the blond’s eyes on her, but she didn’t mind. 

— Yea, Ms. Morales, ¿que pasa? — She said, ignoring Gwanda.

— Nothing, mija, Y/n dear, I just wonder that you didn’t greet my Miles.— She said winking to Y/N. — And his amiguita. — Her tone became a little challenging. — Mama! — Miles groans embarrassed. 

— Oh yeah, Gwinda, right?  — Y/n put a superior smile as she also walks to kiss Gwanda’s cheek, her tone a little sarcastic. — A pleasure to meet you. —

The blonde stood there, she was taken aback. 

— G-Gwen… I mean, Gwanda. It’s a pleasure too…— 

— Y/n. — 

— Y/n , yeah! Is good to see another friend of Miles. — Her tone was genuine, Y/N knew it, but it still hurt. 

— Yeah, I know him since we were chamacos. Right, Miles? — She turned immediately back to the boy. He was embarrassed, but Y/N couldn't say if it was because of the situation or because he felt ashamed to be around that gringa.  — Y-Yeah, Y/n is a good friend of mine. — He said, smiling at her sweet as honey.

It was not until Gwen left nervous that Y/N notice how Miles’ smile faded slowly, looking at the way the blonde went. 

God, how it hurt. 

…

Miles didn’t know what to do, he was seeing another version of himself in front of him. He didn’t have time for this! He needed to go to his universe and save his dad. 

He needed to escape and he was about to do it, the electricity running through his fingers, he just need it to touch the chain and…

— Miles Gonzalo Morales, I’ve been waiting for you too since a half hour ago! — a female voice interrupts the scene. Miles could hear it from behind “Shit.” His uncle Aaron said nervously. 

Something in the confident facade of the other Miles broke, and he looked concerned. — In what mess did you end now? Dios mio, no se que espero de ti, en serio. Who did you chain this time? — The steps were decisive, a familiar fragrance reach Miles, and before he could say something, she look at your eyes. — Y/n? — Miles mumbled confused, as the girl kept freezing, looking at him and then at the other Miles. — The fuck? Babe, is this…you? —

— Ma, not now. — Miles grew, trying to push her away. 

— No no, nothing like that! Que mierda es eso? — Y/n look….almost the same, she was wearing a big jacket and Miles could see a gun underneath it. — Also, we had a mission today and you left me alone in the middle of nowhere waiting like a dumb. — She said hardly, pointing at Miles’ chest. 

— The kid was supposed to tell you. — Aaron said, looking away. 

— You! No, babe, he’s lying, he was supposed to text you. — Miles defends himself. 

Y/n scoffed, looking again at the Miles attached to the punching bag. 

— You are? — She asks, her eyes relaxing and turning her head curious. 

— M-Miles, from another universe. I need to go home, Y/n, you should not be around, it’s dangerous and… —

— Why is he tied up?— 

— Babe, can you let me do my things? Let this in my hand, come on. — Miles took the girl by her hands and kissed her palm. She simply pulls away, frowning. — He’s dangerous, Ma. — 

— He? If he looks like a poor and lost puppy. — She said, looking back to Miles on the punching bag. Her eyes were…warm, she smiled softly, looking curios and poking his cheek. 

Her hand was caught by the other one, he was mad.

— Ma, don’t touch him. —

— Why? he’s you….— She pout. — You’re not planning on killing him or something like that.— She smiled. 

Aaron scoff as the room filled with silence. 

— You’re planning something? —

— Babe, calm down, this bastard has everything. Tiene a su papa vivo, una buena casa, miralo! He probably has you too, why do I have to be the one who is the bad here? — Miles growled, his grip tight on her hands. 

Y/n sighed, looking at him and she leaned softly to kiss him. She gave him a peck on his lips as she smiled. 

— Bebito, solo dejalo ir, nothing is gonna change if you keep him here. If you had the opportunity…hey look at me, wouldn’t you do the same?  — She smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands. — Also, if he had me too, in his universe, I’ll be worried sick if he's not around. You want me to feel like that. — Her tone was childish as she hug Miles with those pretty eyes that he could not say no. Miles scoff at her last sentence. The boy with the braid turns his attention to him, his gaze piercing his chest. — Did you laugh? what was that?—

— Papi….— Y/N said, giving him a disapproved look. 

— S-Sorry, that just sounded weird…My Y/N…well, she’s not into me, we’re not a thing. Just friends.— He said nervous. — Someone is too scared to ask her out? — Miles put his hand around Y/n’s waist as he smirked at Miles, the other one blushing. 

— N-No, just…I’m not into her and she’s not into me either so…— 

He explains carefully, the teen next to Y/n giving him the nasties look ever. He was about to speak, gripping his girl’s body until Y/n speak. 

— Believe me, I’m into you….well, she, she’s into you. — She said softly. 

— Babe, the kid’s right, why would you be into him? You only have good taste. — Miles kisses her cheeks as Y/N giggles.

— Gosh, Miles. I’m into you since we were ten. Don’t worry, este baboso didn’t notice it either.  — She said, rolling her eyes, you two are not that different. — She crosses her eyes, looking back at the chained Miles. — So yeah, she likes you. I would like you too, you’re cute.— She wink at him. 

Miles blush softly. 

— Ma…— Miles pushes Y/N against him again, his arms protective as he look bad at Miles. 

— Also, you’re totally into her too, if Y/n is as pretty as this one…—

— oh, she is. — Miles adds, unconsciously. 

— Well, in that case, You don’t know what you’re missing. — his voice was more directed to Y/n. He started to kiss her as the girl lit, trying to pull apart. 

Aaron just rolls his eyes, used to them. 

But Miles… simply stood there. 

Cause on the one hand. You had a crush on him for that long?

And in the other….geez, you look cute when you smile and your cheeks were blushed like that. 

…

E X T R A: 

Shit….shit! 

Gwen was taken back, not just because of the food at Mile’s party, but because of one girl that was looking at her the entire time. It makes her feel… nervous, a lot. The girl was just so pretty. Why was she looking at her? Should she ask Miles to present her to Gwen?

And then, she smiled, god! her smile was just so enchanting that Gwen was so nervous, she could feel melting on her stops. 

“Y/n…” her name will be grabbed on her mind. She said her name!

Well technically, she said Gwanda, but it was the same. And it sounded good in her accent. 

Yeah, Gwen develops a crush in the most award moment and with the most impossible person ever. But still, she catches a glimpse of Y/n's lovely face before going away from Mile’s building. 

She could think of her later. 

She got an anomaly to catch. 

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Thanks for reading, I'll probably make a second part...and another like. Side-storyline with Gwen.

I'm too lazy to traduce the spanich prases, sorry. But basically Y/n came from latin america and since she didn't knew english, she became friend with Miles <3

Leave a comment if you liked, a request or any anon message

Besitos a todo el mundo.

Truly yours, Astrid.

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, someone gets hurt

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Summary:

A wild Miguel appears once again!

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Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls

Yes. I said it. Pizza rolls to me are just little pizza filled Empanadas. My favorite kind are the big Great Value bag of them. Let me tell you about the homemade pizza rolls I made recently. I got puff pastry, then filled them with cream cheese and extra old aged cheddar, diced dry aged salami, diced habaneros, diced onions, homemade garlic pizza sauce, and then close them up, cover in garlic butter, sprinkle with parmesan, and bake on parchment paper for 15-25 min on 350.

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Another week had rolled on by since that very explicit dream and you hadn't run into Miguel at all. Even when you outright asked the criminals on whether or not they had seen a jacked up Spider-Man, they genuinely looked confused and terrified that there was yet another Spider-Man, and this one was bigger than any of the others. It almost made you question his existence, had the wizard not kept asking if you had seen him again?

Every.

Damned.

Night.

You nearly lost hope on running into him. Maybe he found his way back to where he came from? Maybe he had to leave the city to find the thing he needed in order to do so?

Either way, you managed to get out to patrol for an entire seven days without seeing any sign of him. Perhaps he was busy, which was good. It was getting old being asked the same question every night. At least Peter had the decency to not ask about Miguel while in Stephen's presence. That would just trigger the doctor into playfully teasing you about it.

Thankfully, he hadn't asked about Miguel at all for today, come to think of it. Stephen had said Peter was there when he opened up a viewing orb to see where you were. Maybe Peter's little magic caffeine fit made him forget? Oh, who were you kidding, he aced his finals, so of course he'd remember seeing Miguel in the orb.

"Hey! Nice to see you!" Peter called out as you flipped yourself over the ledge to see only him at the meeting point. He was just packing up Gwen's bag that she had left the previous night.

"Hi! How are you?" You greeted him as he handed you a protein bar.

"Doing good. Since I did so well on my reports, I got a few recommendations from some of the professors. I showed them to Stephen, and told him I want to get my engineering and chemistry certification."

"So you plan on getting a doctorate?"

"Yes! I hope it makes Stephen proud. It's not the same kind of doctor, and it's more what Tony would have wanted-" Peter rambled a bit and you placed a hand to his shoulder.

"Stephen is proud of you. He'd be proud of you no matter what subject you pick. He would be proud even if you failed, because you tried so hard. You don't give up when it gets rough. He knows how much Tony meant to you and Tony wasn't one to stop achieving his dreams when he failed at something. You and Stephen share that drive, and it'll take you far." You said with a bright smile.

It wasn't a lie, because Strange talked about the boy a lot. He always asked how he was doing after a patrol, and he would be the one to do most of the first aid on the team. If he ever had to help Peter with an injury, the man would fuss while patching the boy up. Stephen would even be constantly mentioning how proud Tony would have been, had he been around to see Peter's achievements. The doctor almost sounded like a sweet old grandmother affectionately referring to her grandchild when he spoke of Peter.

"Thank you. That feels good hearing that from you." Peter replied as he cracked a grin.

"So… Does this mean I have to call you Doctor Parker? Or Doctor Spider-Man? Oooh! I know! How about Spider-Doctor?" You gently teased him. Peter burst out laughing while shaking his head.

"Absolutely not! It will be Doctor Parker, and then just the same old, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." He chuckled with a wink.

"Ah, good. Though… What about Doctor Webs?!" You gave a laugh back as you tried to picture it. He laughed and shook his head. The both of you got ready to head out, suiting up fully and slinging away into the night as you kept roasting Peter on the names he could use.

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Most of the night was pretty calm. There was a fender bender pretty early on and a guy needed to be pulled from the wreckage, so Peter had helped. You didn't have much to offer in assistance, so you sat perched up on a shopping market roof to watch him while you called an ambulance. When all was said and done, you left to go seek out other problem areas that might need some help. The small police scanner Peter had built into his wrist watch sure did help a lot, and it reminded you of Miguel's watch.

Another occurrence was a man being held at knife point by a local drunk. Peter and you managed to talk the guy down and check him into a local drop-in center for outreach help. From there, everything was good. Nothing was off, which was great. It was so great that you and Peter stopped for a bite to eat on top of Stark Tower. About half way through your sandwich, Peter's watch and phone went off. He picked it up to check and his face fell.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"There's been a breach in the Stark Tower security systems." He grumbled as he jammed the rest of his food into his mouth and chewed vigorously. You huffed and opened your sandwich and hurriedly removed the good bits, shoving them into your mouth and discarding the bread and other bits you didn't enjoy much. You both chewed in silence as you wiped your faces and hands.

"What? But we are sitting on the building..?" You asked with a confused face as you opened a soda to wash your mouth out, then handed it over to Peter so he could do the same.

"Yeah… I suppose we should go check it out, then?" He suggested. How could you say no?

Since Peter already had official security clearance, it was easy to get inside. You followed him in and down to the lower levels. He didn't bother to creep about. He acted like he owned the place, which he kind of did now that Tony was gone. Peter glanced at his watch a few times.

"Looks like the disturbance is in the vaults." Peter announced as he pointed to another stairwell. His tech was telling him the breach was in the power core reactor vault on the main floor. It was separated from the one that powered the building, and that was underground.

Peter directed you to the stairwell and down the center of the spiral stairs. He chose to use a web rope, while you descended with a disk of light. Once at the main floor, Peter quietly peeked down a hallway and motioned for you to follow. You darkened your suit and dimmed the lights in the hallway slowly, while Peter made his way towards the vault room.

There was a clatter of sorts the closer you got. Peter was a bit nervous, his spider senses no doubt going insane as he twitched at any noise. Yours, however, wasn't going off at all. You thought that was odd, considering the threatening nature of the noises that you were hearing. Scraping and clanking to be specific could be heard, followed by what sounded like drawers and doors opening and closing rapidly. The occasional crash of glass tinking against glass could be heard as well.

Peter stopped at the door, a weak light coming from inside. You could hear someone grumbling to someone. A man, talking to a woman. Peter was opening the door as you realized the voices sounded familiar, and before you could tell him to wait, Peter was zipping inside to confront the individuals.

"I'd stop that if I were you. Mr. Stark might be gone, but this building is still owned by his associates." Peter said as he clung to the roof in front of a large storage room door. The noises suddenly stopped and a growl erupted from the room.

"Spidey, uh, maybe we should be careful-" You started to say, when a large metal box was hurled at him. Thankfully, Peter managed to smack it away in time.

"Not one for talking, huh? Are you the strong silent type?" Peter said as he fired off a warning shot into the storage room. A small crash could be heard as a bunch of things fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor and out the door. You hid in the shadows and got closer to the door as Peter dropped down and darted into the room after the noise.

"Friday! Spidey needs the rest of the backup lights off!" You called out. The noises suddenly stopped as that familiar voice went 'huh?' And a second later, and the lights went out.

A scuffle occurred. You could hear Peter get hit and grunt as he came flying out of the room and hit the wall on the other side of the room. You gasped when it registered. You heard the distinct sound of bone breaking and Peter hissing in pain.

There was another crash, so you turned and stepped into the storage room, seeing a dark figure smash a window and climb up into it. The moon light hit his form just right, and you could tell immediately that it was Miguel. He turned to look back at you, tilted his head, then jumped. You looked back at Peter, seeing he was getting up and rubbing his neck.

You had a choice. Stay and help Peter, or chase Miguel.

"Get that jerk, Galaxy-Spider!" Peter shouted as he huffed while leaning against the wall. His arm looked like it was bent the wrong way, and his voice was dripping with pain.

That fucking dick broke your friend's arm!

You saw red, and then in an instant, you were across the room, handing Peter your bag for anything he would need, before running to and jumping from the window that Miguel had escaped from.

As you hit the night air, you looked around, catching a glimpse of Miguel zipping up a web to the roof of the building you just left. You scowled and hissed as you summoned a circle of light and stepped on it. You braced yourself and sent it straight upwards towards Miguel.

When he turned his head to check if he had gotten away, he recoiled in surprise when he saw that you were only meters behind him.

He reached out and shot a web to the next building over and kicked away from the tower. He used the momentum of the sudden change in trajectory to rocket himself away. He was fast, like ridiculously fast for a large hulking mass of muscle. It made sense, Jake was slightly smaller, but the cabbie was pretty fucking fast. So, of course Miguel, with the same setup, would be faster since he was a Spider.

Right?

"Get your ass back here!" You demanded as you aimed at him and shot off a web. He managed to twist himself out of the way. In doing so, he landed against the building and sprang away from it to go to another across the street.

"Fucker! I swear to the Gods, if you make me chase you, I am not going to be a happy girl!" You called out while making a series of glowing lights appear to get to him. He had gained a fair distance, now being three blocks away.

You could do this. You had chased far worse things than Miguel. This should be easy for you.

One blob at time, but surprisingly quickly as you hopped, skipped, and jumped your way to the fleeing Spider. You gave chase for over ten minutes, drawing you far away from the Stark Tower and the Sanctum. You hauled ass and pushed yourself to catch up with him, each breath coming out in a rush.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer…

Your lungs were burning and your muscles were aching with the effort to get to him. You were angry and upset that he had hurt your friend, and had the audacity to break and enter the building that belonged to said friend. You had an idea of what he was looking for, and you even offered to help him, yet here you were, chasing a potential thief that refused any help.

When Miguel looked back, you were almost able to grab at his ankle. The panic was evident in his body language, and in that split second, he shot you in the face with his webs.

Everything went dark and you stumbled while trying to pull the web from your face. You lost your footing, slipping and falling off the light. A strangled squeak came from you as your head smacked against another gob of light. Dizziness filled you as you kept falling. The ground would soon meet you and you were sure it would hurt and do some major damage.

A whoosh of air hit your ears as you were suddenly grabbed and sent flying. It took a moment to realize you weren't falling, but now were being carried while swinging in the air. Large muscular arms held you tightly against a well sculpted torso. The heat from the man was radiating nicely and it felt safe and warm, even though a few moments ago you wanted to punch him in his stupid face. A few moments later, and Miguel was setting you down gently, but he didn't let go. He was holding on in an effort to avoid you lashing out at him as he removed the webs from your face.

Well, you didn't lash out. You stayed still while trying to control your breathing. Your mask was taken off and when you looked up, Miguel had already discarded his on roof you were on. He held a look of concern as he inspected your head, finding a bump, but otherwise everything was fine.

"You gave me a scare, there. You weren't supposed to fall."

"Well you weren't supposed to commit a felony by breaking and entering Stark Tower, then I am pretty sure you broke my friend's arm!" You snapped at him and Miguel let go of you and took a step back.

"I broke his shocking arm!?" He seemed surprised and his face melted into remorse.

"I am sorry. He was trying to stop me from getting the information I needed, and he shot a web at Lyla. She's all I have left. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm still getting used to these powers." He stammered as he showed you the lack of pockets and anything on his person, but the watch. You sighed, but still had to ask.

"Did you steal anything?"

"No! Well, uh, just the information I needed. I swear, I didn't take any of those glowing core things." He said and turned around.

"See? And no, I didn't put anything up there." He indicated to his rear, and it drew a small laugh from you. You cleared your throat and stood up.

"Well, you need to come back with me. Tell P- Tell Spidey that you're sorry and that you didn't mean to cause any harm, though you clearly did, you big brute. If you don't, the wizard will make your life really fucking hard." You scolded him and pointed back towards the tower. Miguel frowned as he looked down and sighed.

"Fine. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good! Now I'll just shoot him a text and let him know I am on the way back with you." You muttered while going for your pack. You froze when you remembered handing it to Peter.

"Ah, shit. I can't. I forgot I left my bag with him. Well, you're gonna just have to watch your back while we go."

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By the time you got back to the tower, Peter had already called Stephen in. You could tell they were there because there was a warm orange glow of the portals he was so fond of. You had to check and make sure Miguel didn't just fuck off, which, thankfully, he didn't.

As you approached, you could see Stephen bent over Peter. He was fixing up his arm with magic and making sure Peter was alright when the lad sat up and pointed at you and Miguel.

"That's the guy!" Peter said as he jostled forward a bit and winced. Stephen smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Stay still. The last thing we need is you distracting me while I am trying to set the bone back into place!"

"But, Stephen, the guy that broke my arm is right there!" Peter argued with a whine.

"Settle down. I know he's there. I can clearly see him." Stephen said as he twisted Peter's arm suddenly. A loud crack was heard, and Peter gasped and almost threw up.

"But you're not even facing him…" Peter protested quietly. Stephen huffed and pointed up to his forehead and Peter went quiet. He didn't bother asking how he could still see Miguel, when that eye wasn't even facing him. He knew it was magic and left it at that.

"Heya, doc. I found the guy. Brought him back. He's willing to apologize and explain himself." You said as you motioned to Miguel, then to Peter.

"Good. I look forward to hearing about why he's caused such a fuss." Stephen stood there looking at everyone with his arms crossed. He looked mad and annoyed. Of course he'd be.

Miguel was nervous. He was shifting from one foot to the other as he looked at Peter.

"I, uh… I am sorry for breaking your arm. I… I am also sorry for breaking into this building." He glanced at Peter, then at Stephen, before his eyes landed on you.

"Okay. Cool. Apology accepted. Now, please enlighten me as to why you broke into my building?" Peter asked while Stephen started using magic to speed up the healing process.

"Your building?"

"Yes. This is my building."

"So that makes you Peter Parker, then." Miguel said as he motioned to the room around him.

"The man that Tony Stark left all his technology and businesses to. Wow. That's wild. You're so young." Miguel looked at you and huffed.

"You could have told me that, you know. I wouldn't have broken in here if I knew that this place belonged to your friend." Miguel complained and rubbed his face.

"You're a dick. I offered to ask my friends for help, but nooo, you said you wanted to do it all by yourself!" You said and threw both hands over to Peter. Peter was perfectly fine by now, Stephen's spell having worked its magic and fixed what Miguel had broken.

"I said I could have asked, and yet, you declined and ended up hurting my friend. I think you owe me an apology as well Miguel!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I should have asked for help. I should have accepted your offer."

"Okay. Enough of this garbage. Can we go back to the Sanctum? I really need to finish this book I borrowed from Wong." Stephen spoke up and started walking through the portal.

"You're not going to punish me?" Miguel had a look of surprise on his face.

"No. That's for Peter and her to decide. I have enough shit to deal with already. Besides, you're a Spider-Folk. That's their jurisdiction." Stephen announced and then he went straight to sit at his desk with his book.

"Let's get going. You know how much he hates waiting." Peter whispered to you.

You nodded and looked at Miguel, curling your finger in a silent command to follow. Miguel hung his head in frustration as he followed on through. Once inside the library, the portal closed up behind you. Peter was the first to fling his mask off and flop into one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. You took yours off as you sat in the love seat and laid across it.

Miguel awkwardly looked at the other leather chair and sat down. From this angle he could see everyone, and he noticed the wizard's third eye was staring at him through the reflection of the mirror up on the wall beside him. That was unnerving, so he turned to look at Peter. The boy gave him an obnoxious smile as he looked Miguel over.

"That's a weird choice in a suit. You look like you're wearing a child's costume. I can see some of the seams are ripping." Peter quipped and you giggled.

"Look, my outfit was poorly planned in the time that I had." Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes as he relaxed into the chair.

He was spread eagle with the way he sat, and your eyes wandered down. Just a peek, right? What could it hurt?

"Hey, doc! Can ya fix up his ugly suit?" Peter glanced at you as he called out to Stephen.

You looked away as you blushed, Miguel eyeing you carefully as he crossed one leg over the other. Stephen grumbled and flicked his hands towards Miguel, and his suit resized and darkened with textures that weren't there before. Strange went right back to reading, but he was eavesdropping, ready to spring into action should Miguel blow his top.

Miguel's reaction was an undignified squeak and a grunt as the new suit formed around him. He stared at the gloves, noting the rubber like pads on the fingertips and the slits at the tips of the fingers for his claws. He got up and went over to the mirror and gawked at himself, twisting right and left as he looked at the professional fine detailing of the fabric patterns. Miguel looked like he was wearing boot shaped socks.

He didn't know what to say as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. You had been staring at him, eyes looking right at his impressive looking legs, looking up to his nice tight ass, then up his back to his shoulders, and finally to his eyes. You blushed and bit your inner cheek as you smiled at him. He winked at you and then turned to thank the doctor.

Miguel explained who he was, where he was from, and when. Stephen quietly listened, while Peter kept interrupting him to make a joke or a remark about something, like if he really fell into a dumpster, or if you had pushed him. It took about an hour to explain himself in what only took ten minutes to you privately. Stephen decided Miguel wasn't a threat, and offered to let him stay, but Miguel was very adamant about having a hotel room and that he didn't wish to be a burden.

Stephen wasn't having any of it. He refused Miguel's excuses and he showed him to a room, claiming he owed his son at least one day and night of his time for the inconvenience of temporarily breaking his arm. Miguel relented and followed Stephen to the room, and you didn't hear from him all night.

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Home Sweet Home | Chapter 1. Back to You

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting.

The Summer breeze felt so fresh on your skin, it almost felt like a part of you. Looking in the mirror you see your baby boy sound asleep. Not really having a care in the world. Looking back on your life the past 8 years, was very bittersweet. Having Ollie wasn’t really in the cards. You weren’t really sure if you would have kids. But after your son was born, and seeing him take his first breath into life, you would trade it for the world. But you would question the father of your son. The reason you're driving away from him without him knowing. But none of that sad stuff you start to think, you are starting a new life with your son and having a better future for him and for yourself too. Also, only telling your mom and dad that you were moving back, they were excited not only their baby was coming back home, but they would also finally get to see their grandbaby. 

Gabe never let your parents see Ollie when he was first born. Telling you “I just want it to be us when he’s born.” You never really questioned him, only because he would tell you off. Or on occasion he would like to push you around, almost killing you one time. So, you fell for his little game. But in the end, it was too late to call your parents. Also, Gabe wasn’t with you either when you were in labor. He went out drinking and never came back until 2 days later.

But you were finally leaving that part of your life behind. A life you never want to look back on, especially with your son. You never wanted Ollie growing up around someone who was so unbearable, and tortuous around you. Especially a person who would physically and mentally hurt you. Until you were only a shell of yourself. You just wish you could never see that part of yourself ever again.

With a couple more minutes of driving, you finally pull up to your childhood home. Immediately spotting the little tire swing, thinking back to when you would be on it all day playing with Rhett. Always asking him to push you higher and wanting to always reach for the clouds. Rhett even though you were 6 and 7, and not that much strength he always gave his all trying to make your dream come true. 

Leaving your thoughts behind you spot your parents. Edith and Robert Pritchett were loving parents, loving and supporting. Not really happy when they couldn’t see their first grandchild in the world. But they always got updates on Ollie and sent videos of him when he said his first words or taking his first steps. They were always there for you. They never really understood what happened between you and Gabe, but that really didn’t matter right now. They are just happy their baby and grandbaby are here. 

Walking up to the house with a sleeping baby on your hip snuggled into your neck and walking up to your mom and dad greeting them with a hug and a kiss on the head.

“Did you have to drive long?” your mother asked coming up to you with an excited expression on her face. Finally having her baby home safe in her arms.

“No mama, we stopped a couple of times, got a little fussy" pointing your head towards Ollie. "But we're here.” I spoke.

“I’m so happy to have you home, we have a lot of catching up to do”, eyeing Ollie with a little smile. Walking up to your dad wrapping you up in a bear hug, whispering in your hair “Glad to have you home cub.”

Trying to hold back tears you have not heard that nickname in such a long time. The last time you ever remember your dad calling you cub was when you were leaving to go to the city.

The only thing you can say back is “It’s good to be home… I-I missed you daddy.”

“You too”

Walking into your home and getting hit with a scent of your childhood. The smell of cinnamon when you would bake desserts with your mom every Sunday after church. The other scent of fresh firewood, from using the fireplace in the family room when it got chilly outside. All happy memories flood in like a big hug, and you never want to let go.

Climbing up the steps to your old room was nerve wracking. Wondering if your room was the same as you left it, boy band posters on the wall, childhood drawings that were framed by your mom even though you ask her a million times not to. But knowing her she will do it anyways. Walking in was just like you never left. Sometimes you wish you never did leave the comfort of your home, just wanting to be in the comfort and protection of your family. 

Looking around you see your bed the same way you left it when you moved. Almost looks like you never left. You move to the bed to lay Ollie down and put pillows around him, so he won't fall. Looking at his soft features on his face and thanking God he didn’t get any of his features or looks. He is a little carbon copy of yourself. His little nose wrinkles when you brush away the hair on his forehead. Then, kissing his forehead and slowly and quietly trying to put up his pack and play together but you realize he’s probably going to sleep with you in your bed. 

He’s a mama’s boy through and through.

You leave your sleeping baby in your room to finish out his nap, you go downstairs and sit in the living room to watch some tv trying to relax and settle your mind. For some reason you keep getting random phone calls from an unknown number. She didn’t believe it was Gabe because she knew his number, and she did delete his number from her phone and bought a new one before she left. She had some money saved from her 2 waitressing jobs. Those 2 jobs were the only thing keeping you and Ollie afloat. Even though Gabe had a job, he would take a little “vacation” only to find out when you showed up to his job, he was fired for missing work and sleeping with the boss.

You knew that was the last straw you had with Gabe. But you started to feel this deep pang in your chest. You realized you finally want to leave him after he cheated on you. You didn't want to leave him when he was beating you. Not when he would call you worthless, and stupid. If you would go back in time, you would leave the second he laid a hand on you. Or even called you names. But you blame yourself. You decided to stay, and this was the life you chose. You wish you could go back to the little girl you once were. The little girl who didn’t have a care in the world, who would sing at the top of her lungs in the car while driving to church, and who loved and cared about anyone that walked into her life.

But now you have to be careful who you bring into your little life. Epically who you would bring around Ollie, he was your whole world. You would want to see your baby heartbroken. 

Snapping out of your own thoughts and wiping the tears that were running down your face. You sat on the couch with the remote in your hand, flipping through channels to see what was good on tv. Your dad is sitting in his usual spot. In his big lounge chair with a beer in his hand and watching time go by. While in the background you hear the house phone ring, and your mom answers it. Only to find out it was none other than Cecilia Abbott.

“Hello Celeila, how are ya doin' dear.” Trying to ignore the phone call you continue to flip through the channels. But you can’t seem to keep your mind off the phone call. You try to listen in. But the only thing you can hear clearly is your mom saying, “And so how are things with Rhett?” You clearly don’t want to know what was going on with Rhett. You pass the remote to your dad and go upstairs to fetch your purse.

Needing to distract your mind and also needing to go to the market to buy some things for yourself and Ollie. You slowly tip-toe into your room and grab your bag. After that you walk over to your still sleeping baby and kiss him again on the forehead trying not to wake him. You softly whisper “I’ll see you soon baby.” Then slowly make your way back downstairs. 

Once you are back down you say to your parents “Going to the store and getting some stuff, need anything?” “Where fine honey, be careful” your mom says. You walk out the door to get in your car to go to the store. 

Walking up and down the aisle grabbing just the necessities. Diapers, wipes, body wash and some food you plan on making with your mom. You see your phone lights up inside your bag, when you grab it you look at the screen, and it’s the same unknown number. You just want to get this stupid number to stop calling you, you don’t think twice and answer. “Hello… anybody there. Or are you just gonna not talk and keep ignorin’ me?” Your drawl coming out and speaking in an aggravated tone.

“Hey Sunny girl… Why’d ya leave.” You tense up. Hearing that raspy, low voice sends a chill down your spine. So many questions run through your mind. How did he get your number? Does he know you're back home? Where is he?

You don’t say anything back, you're too frightened to speak up. He speaks again “I miss you baby, please come hom-” “D-Don't ever call this p-phone again and stay a-away from my f-family.” Without any other thought you hang up, shove your phone in your purse and try to make your way through the market so you can go home and be with Ollie, and the rest of your family. Where you're safe and protected.

Ollie’s safe and protected. 

When you're walking up to the cashier line, you hear a husky low voice call out for you from behind.

“Sunny girl… is that you?”

You slowly turn around and your skin goes cold, you just stand there and freeze like you're a statue. Once again, you're too frightened to speak. The only thing you can say in such a quiet voice, not caring if he can hear you or not.

“R-Rhett”

End.

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[dairy-farmer]

Omg thinking more about the infidelity AU where Tim gets knocked up by Bruce but tells Jason the baby is his and then getting knocked up only by people with similar coloring to Jason!

What if one night, Bruce, Dick and Tim go to a gala (Jason is studying at home and helping Alfred take care of the three kids he and Tim have by then, Tim having just had their last baby a month and a half ago) and decide to take a detour?

They go off to some out of the way bedroom and are getting ready to fuck Tim and knock him up with another baby, hopefully, but they're interrupted suddenly when someone walks in. It's Jack Drake, who followed Tim when he saw them all arrive, wanting to see what he's up to and knowing it's nothing good based on how they snuck out of the gala.

It has been four years since Jack has seen his son and he's grown so much, hardly 18 with wide hips, fat tits, a soft body, all thanks to all the brats he's been popping out for Wayne's street rat. Except, well, maybe they'll not all the street rats? He asks Tim if he's sure he's only pushed out Jason's babies, and Tim is so horny beyond any measure that he blurts out no, his first is Bruce's and his second and third could be any of the three of theirs.

Jack walks in further, his cock getting hard, and says in a rough voice "you wanna add a fourth potential baby daddy to that list, Timmy?" To which Tim moans loudly in response, begging for his dad to fuck him

When they get home from the gala, Tim has the loads of Bruce, Dick, and Jack filling his slutty little womb, a lovely plug keeping it all inside, and a few weeks later they confirm that Tim is having baby number four!

(bonus points if, out of curiosity, they test paternity for this one pregnancy, and the Batcomputer confirms that Jack Drake knocked up his only son)

jack drake putting a baby in his little slut of a son!!!!!!!!!!!!😩😩😩😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👀👀👀👀👀👀👀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he hasn't seen tim since they kicked him out for getting pregnant while still in highschool with one of wayn'es spawn though, given the site he walked in on and tim's confession it was unlikely that was true.

jack would admit he'd thought of his boy every once in a while. janet had as well. when they'd sold their house and liquidated their real estate to travel more she'd stopped and stared at an old photo of tim as a toddler when she picked up an old photo album. but janet had her pride and jack did as well. so they never called. never reached out. never even googled images of their grandchild when they'd heard she'd been born (a girl! janet had always wanted a girl so even from the beginning she'd looked at tim with disappointment).

when jack looks at his wayward child again he doesn't feel nostalgic or sentimental...he feels...aroused. warm and hot blooded like thick alcohol is swirling in his gut.

he and janet haven't been intimate in years and with the infidelity clause in their prenup neither of them would even dare risk an affair.

and tim...his sweet tim....has blossomed so beautiful. his wide hips, his obscene milky tits held up by a lacy bra, a soft stomach with extra padding around his womb where he'd presumably carried a few wayne whelps. the promising glisten of his red cunt between his spread legs. he's not even wearing any underwear allowing jack to get a full view of those puffy cunt lips and pretty pussy.

jack can't deny the tightness of his pants as he looks at his gorgeous little son that's not so little anymore. knowing he helped create this little whore lying on their back with their legs spread is all kinds of arousing.

tim is offering to let jack fuck him first over all the others so long as he keeps quiet about what he saw. jack agrees. readily.

he sqeezes every part of tim he can get his hands on. he gropes his tits, shoves a few fingers between those plush lips and watches as the beautiful mouth sucks them down to the knuckle, he fucks so hard into that cunt that practically sucks him in and rolls his eyes so far back he almost passes out when he cums and his cock gets milked so sweetly by a miraculously tight pussy even though jack last counted three grandbabies being born from his son.

god. his son truly is a little miracle. jack waits until his balls replenish with more seed, collapsing back onto a chair and watching as his son is through fucked and creampied by his father in law and brother in law. they both take their turns and jack readies himself again to fuck into his son's pussy, determined to be the one to get him pregnant. to have a child and a grandchild wrapped into one and nurtured inside his son's sweet womb. the thought of getting his son pregnant is so erotic the thought alone will be enough to carry jack through the rest of his sham marriage.

getting to fuck his son is just a bonus. jack would have agreed to keep his mouth shut in exchange for being able to watch but getting to impregnate his son and walk around with the knowledge the baby growing in his son's belly was his?

euphoric.

[xxcherrycherixx]

Lets talk about my goldilocks (goldi)

Shes a single mom, her husband passed away when blondie was a kid and she never looked for anyone else after.

She toned down her girly poofy pink wardrobe when she became a mother, and it got even more toned down after losing her husband.

She was raised very traditionally as most of the parents of the ever after high cast are. This means shes against the whole rebel thing, which explains why Blondie was also against it.

Shes also homophobic, but only because shes not able to understand it as queerness had been very undercover before the time frame of ever after high along with being a rebel. It causes her to lose blondie who is a lesbian and dating cupid. She misses blondie so much considering she was basically the only family she had left and then one day she sees blondie has a baby now, her granddaughter. It makes her desperate to have her family back and she throws her taught prejudice aside and rekindles with blondie, accepting cupid and their daughter as her family.

She likes nature and would take little blondie out into the forests with her to explore and have picnics

As the queen of their village shes on friendly terms with their local bear population, all goldilocks eventually are and its why blondie is so sure on all bears being her friends, its because she sees that the local bears to her village are friends with her mom and so she thinks all bears outside of her village will be friendly with her too.

Goldilocks never pursued a career, all goldilocks usually just become queen of the village (basically just mayor) and raise the next Goldilocks as stay at home moms. Blondie wants a career though, she wants to be a reporter. When she stops talking to her mom she basically realises she can actually fully pursue this career, she figures she wont have to be the queen of the village anymore and goes for it. When she does reconnect with her mom she manages to keep her job, with goldi sharing her duties of queen and helping to look after the kids while blondie and cupid are both working.

Goldi loves her grandkids, she takes them out into the woods just like she did with baby blondie. She raises an eyebrow at the bear cub but she quickly accepts him, she asks her mother bear friends about raising cubs and passes the advice she learns onto cupid and blondie. she proudly shows him off as her grandchild to her mother bear friends, and sets up playdates between him and their cubs so he can have playmates he can be more of a bear with (like using his claws and teeth without risk of injuring his human siblings)

When blondie tells her who the fathers for her bio kids are she raises an eyebrow “king charmings boys? Well thats a coincidence. You know once upon a time those boys could have been your brothers” and blondie is confused and horrified “what” goldi just laughs “oh dont worry theres no chance of that. I just dated him for 2 weeks back in high school” and blondie calls daring and dexter to tell them about it and daring is surprised meanwhile dexter is like “… i kinda knew?” Anyway blondie and daring gang up on him for not telling them, darling sees this and pretends she had no idea either leaving dexter to fend for himself.

She gets along with cupid and thinks shes a sweet girl, and even one day says she thinks shes the perfect girl to be dating her daughter. of course cupid is always on her best behaviour around blondies mom. shes pretty sure goldi wouldn’t be as keen on her if she knew half the things she gets blondie into, or what she gets into blondie 👀 so basically all swearing, sexual references and provocative clothing are kept very much away from goldi’s ears and eyes so she can maintain this image. (Cupid has absolutely had sex with blondie in her moms house, when blondie moans cupid shushes her for basically the first time ever, blondie is confused and cupid whispers “hun, i cant have your mom hear us. shes taking me with her shopping tomorrow for ‘mom and daughter-in-law bonding time’ I cant handle the pressure of her glaring at me and giving me the silent treatment the entire time” blondie rolls her eyes and tries to be quieter.)

Goldilocks has no idea how old her daughter’s girlfriend is and will never know. Blondie and cupid decide its best to keep somethings a secret from her mom, she also wont ever see cupid’s true form or even know shes able to shapeshift at all. the kids say something about cupid’s “cool bone wings!” And goldi is so confused, its even worse when their cub asks goldi “why do i need to be around these other bears?” And goldi says “its good for you to be able to learn bear things from your own species instead of just your human family” and he tilts his head confused “but momma is a bear sometimes, she teaches me bear things already” and goldi confronts cupid and blondie to which they absolutely lie about it.

Goldi meets cupids family once and never again. They are too much for her and cupid cringes as her auntie Aphrodite tries to flirt with a confused goldi. Cupid begs and prays that goldilocks views on her have not changed after the experience.

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Rhaemond babies content - Jacaela Edition!

The many faces of

Aethan Velaryon

Aethan is the first born child of both Baela and Jace (he's currently a 1yr old baby in the story, but by the time Vaella is born, he will have turned 2!) He's Rhaenyra and Daemon's first grandchild, and their kids first nephew. Aethan is often thought to take after both of his parents, but mostly his features seemed to have favoured his mother. He inherited her eyes, her nose, her lips and especially her spirit. Whereas with his father, he mainly inherited his facial structure and his brown hair colour (both Aethan and his next sibling will have brown hair, but I'm imagining that their hair is not a simple regular brown. Like maybe in the sun there's a golden-like essence to it)

Aethan was given a Velaryon name when he was born, not because either Jace or Baela felt it necessary to do so, but because when they looked upon their newborn son, they simply felt it suited him. He entered the world quite stoically as far as babies are concerned, barely crying or screaming. He whined only a bit, but once he was safely swaddled and placed in his loving mother's arms, he was sound, quiet and peaceful. Staring up at his parents with big lavender eyes, a clear mix of purple tones he'd inherited from both of his parents.

As a babe, he was doted upon by the whole of his family. His parents especially of course, but all of his aunt's and uncles loved him dearly. And once the family's bridges had been mended, he was truly free to spend time with all of his relatives. His uncles Aemond and Aegon were among the two to spend a great deal of time with him (even if Aemond was reluctant to admit how fond he was his nephew then). And Aethan's little uncles loved him just as dearly, little Aeggie and Vis were very excited to have a new playmate, as were Aethan's cousins little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Jaehaera had a habit of stealing Aethan away from his nursery, plopping him down at her little tea table in her nursery and having little tea dates with him. He was very fond of his cousin, and sitting beside delightful stuffed dragons, so he didn't mind at all.

With Aethan's birth, the courtiers who frequented the Red Keep were forced to hold their tongue more than they ever had for Jace and his brunette brothers. For Aethan was a true born Prince of the crown, as well as being Jace's own heir to the throne. Aethan held a great deal of Valyrian blood, and with the Rogue Prince...now made King Consort being the boy's grandfather, it would be most foolish of any Lord to gain dragon Queen or King's ire by insulting their darling boy.

Aethan as a toddler could be seen accompanying many of his family members to different events and duties throughout the day. He'd sit upon his grandpapa's lap for hearings and petitions, he'd sit by his grandmama's side as well as his father's side during council meetings, doing his best to pay attention as he was the next heir after his father...though at such a tender age he most certainly was not paying attention.

He learned Valyrian quite easily from his maesters, as well as, mostly from his parents and grandparents. His mama sat with him often to go over his pronunciation, and his papa regaled him with myths and tales of The Flames in Valyrian to further help his understanding.

Aethan would sit and read with his uncle Aegon, though more often than not he'd remind his uncle that he'd skipped a page or misread a word. With his younger uncles Aeggie and Vis and his cousin Jaehaerys, the boys sought to teach their new little family member how to fight and play their favourite game Conquerors.

And when Jaehaera hoped to snag him away for tea dates, he'd be sure to sweetly invite his aunt Helaena for he always thought she'd enjoy having tea with them...even if some days it was just imaginary. He often enjoyed her sweet presence and attention.

As a result, as a young child, Aethan enjoyed a great many things. He'd learned the ways of his eccentric family and found that he loved them all for various reasons (even his step-grandmother Alicent had been a pleasant force in his upbringing. I never mention her, but I think she's nice to the next gen of little Targs...not Otto tho...Otto scares the kiddos). Aethan was an incredibly bright child, he loved to learn, loved myths, history and philosophy. He loved to read, but more often than not he'd rather read with the members of his family who had the patience for it, his papa or his Queenly grandmama most namely. But he loved to receive his bedtime stories from his grandpapa most of all, for Daemon's retelling of his battle at the Stepstones was the most enthralling tale no matter how many times Aethan heard it.

On the other side of things, Aethan had found so many activities to occupy his time within because of another reason. His dragon egg had never hatched, gifted to him by his grandparents, an egg from the great Syrax and Caraxes, had unfortunately remained cold and dormant.

It wouldn't be until Aethan's 6th nameday. By then, Rhaenyra as Queen had decided to re-initiate a Targaryen custom that her own father had neglected to continue with. And this was the custom of teaching and creating strong bonds with the next Targaryen generation. In the days when Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenys were young children, they used to frequent Dragonstone. Stay for days there maybe even frequent visiting moons, learning together, training together, bonding with one another. There'd be no room for petty strife or parental squabbles infecting their ideas of how they felt for one another. As opposed to the generation of Rhaenyra's, Daemon's, Alicent's children who had grown away from one another and grew to create rifts and strained relations.

So starting at the age of 6, Aethan would frequent Dragonstone more often. To bond with his cousins there, (by that point Vaella would be 4yrs old, and the twins, Daemion and Aelyx would be 2yrs old) as well as being able to see his beloved aunt and uncle as well. It was during one of these visits to Dragonstone, that Aethan at the tender age of 6, had managed to claim the great King of the Dragons, Vermithor.

As time went on, Aethan grew to become a most well rounded Prince. During his stays at Dragonstone he happily trained extensively with his uncle Aemond, relishing in the way that his uncle did not hold back/baby him (as Aethan sometimes felt his own father did, though I'm sure that was just because Jace didn't want to hurt his own kid 😂😂). During these training sessions, Aethan often went head to head with Vaella as well, see Vaella...she was his number one competitor in EVERYTHING. It started when they were little, training hard against one another, an ever growing competition of who could out do who. Once they both had claimed dragons, frequent dragon races were held almost daily as well. This competitive spirit followed them everywhere, whose studies were superior, who knew their family history the best, whose Valyrian was more accurate, whose written word was clearer. They were a terror running wild in the island towns.

Rhaena often worried that the children were competing too much, but Aemond often found it more amusing than not, assuring his wife that the competition was healthy enough. It wasn't a violent hatred, it was a natural sportsmanship, something that was motivating both kids to strive to do better than the other. This behaviour followed them back to King's Landing as well, for the many frequent visits Rhaena and Aemond had there, where they brought their children with them. The rest of the children all happily bonded and played with their cousins and uncles, while Vaella and Aethan were always going at one another.

Whether it was 4yr old Vaella biting 6yr old Aethan's arm because he dared to take the last custard tart, or 9yr old Aethan pushing 7yr old Vaella too hard when she insulted his brown hair and called him "only part Targaryen!"

The day a ten year old Vaella had defeated in a 12yr old Aethan during one sparring match, she'd inadvertently given him a black eye with the blunt handle end of her practice sword. It wasn't a terribly permanent wound, so while Baela may have wanted to be upset, but she loved her niece far too much to actually lecture the girl on the brutality needed for a sparring match. Instead she had turned to her sister, and laughed "you do realize you've simply birthed a mini version of Aemond, yes?" Rhaena had found herself laughing, because she'd always thought the same.

Besides it all, Aethan had taken the wound like a champ, neither crying or acting viciously in retaliation, instead he just stormed back to the castle...where Vaella quickly followed suit screaming apologies with added advice, "you should've dodged left! I told you, your movement was too predictable! But I am sorry, cousin!"

As a young man, Aethan had become quite the stunner. He'd filled out rather handsomely, truly taking after his father and his grandfather. His shoulders had widened, his arms and body toned with strong muscle, and his height had shot up immensely just slightly surpassing his father's 6ft in height, now reaching 6'1 or possibly even 6'2 (more on par with Aemond's height).

Aethan was a most accomplished fighter, having competed in several tourneys, and having won more than half of them by age 18. His bond with Vermithor was strong and well taken care of, as he flew with his mount as often as he could. Often going on trips with his beast either to the free cities to bring his mother, grandmother, aunts, sisters or cousins some lovely gifts. Or over to the North as he'd become great friends with Rickon Stark, Lord Cregan's eldest son (a kind of mirror to how Jace and Cregan are meant to be besties!). They'd often go hunting together, train together, drink and tell tales (he even had grown to see Cregan as another sort of uncle-type figure.)

With the amount of time Aethan spent in the North, it was largely rumoured that he'd most likely marry a Northern girl (something his mother and grandfather were adamantly against, they definitely wanted him to marry Valyrian). But if anyone was paying attention...and Rhaenyra always was, Aethan's eyes had only ever been set on one girl. The only girl in their family that he couldn't ever stop mentioning even when she had returned home was safely away from him. He'd say he hated the bickering, hated the fighting, loathed her competitive and brutish nature. But it was clear to his grandmother, that Aethan was never more alive, burning with true dragon's fire, than when he was in the company of his cousin Vaella Targaryen.

Romantically, Aethan was very fluid. He was a crown Prince, thought to be both handsome and beautiful, with something hypnotically captivating in the contrast of his Valyrian eyes and dark brown hair. Many Ladies of the land had set their cap for him, hoping to be the one he'd choose as his bride...hoping to be his future Queen come the day he became King.

And by this point, Aethan securely taken after his father and uncle Aemond, in the way that he deeply cared about his duties. He sat in many council meetings, stood by for all hearings, petitions and decrees. So the thought of his future and his future wife was not a thought he was neglected. He knew he needed start thinking of ensuring his own line. Whether his marriage would be a match of political alliances or one based on Valyrian purity.

Aethan had bedded both men and women in his time, for attraction to him went beyond the bounds of simple gender norms. But deep within himself, he certainly knew the feelings he had for Vaella that were unmatched by anything else. By the time Vaella had turned 18, she was officially of age for marriage proposals, and as he'd heard it, she'd already been receiving several since she was 16yrs of age.

But Aethan knew Vaella better than anyone, she'd never been fond of the idea of marriage. At least not to the men who had offered themselves to her. She had too much of her father within her, she needed volatility. If she was to marry, she wanted a warrior. She wanted someone capable of defeating her, not just with blunt strength, but with real skill. So when she made the request to their grandparents, a tourney for her hand, but the winner must defeat her single combat.

Well...Aethan wasn't beyond throwing his hat in the ring. Conversations of his own possible betrothals ranged from Lannister girls to Baratheons, to Starks...and certainly talk of Vaella becoming his wife had been mentioned. Contention was drawn as Vaella was his uncle Aemond's eldest, and in Queen Rhaenyra's reign, she hoped to instill that the eldest child, male or female, would be the heir to any seat especially in their family. That would make Vaella the next Princess of Dragonstone...but that would only hold, if Vaella chose to marry a second son...a man who stood to inherit nothing.

Whereas...more likely than not, she would marry a man who stood to inherit something more. Aethan's parents had hoped that maybe Vaella would rather be Queen one day...by Aethan's side. It was a possibility that had given his heart a great sense of warmth, the idea of having his beautiful cousin standing by his side, as his wife, as his Queen.

And as the idea had been mentioned to his aunt and uncle, his aunt Rhaena was not against the match, ever the sweet woman he knew her to be, she was in fact all for it so long as her daughter was interested in making it so. While his uncle teetered on the idea of having to give his daughter up as his own heir...but certainly loved and trusted his nephew as the best viable option, as he was respected and Valyrian...and surely Aemond enjoyed the idea of his daughter one day becoming the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. (Aemond's gotta have a nice little think about it all 😂😂 that's his precious little baby girl to him still.)

Either way, once Vaella returned to King's Landing for the tourney, Aethan decided to join the tourney. A fact that truly angered Vaella when she'd heard that he had. It was during this time that Aethan truly began to see his cousin in this new light, a light he never dared to view her in before. Acknowledging that their bickering and back and forth actually was something that entertained him greatly, it amused him, aroused him. He'd always lived to annoy his cousin, but now he was drawing even more from every interaction they had. Every round of the tourney that he succeeded to move past, Vaella only argued more with him, pulling him into close dark rooms to claim he was only "jesting, wasting her efforts to actually prove a point, to prove herself, to find a truly suitable person-".

That argument had ended with a rough kiss, and with their volatile nature with one another, almost every one of their outburst arguments started leading towards more and more aggressive kisses, grinding, and sexual encounters.

By the time Aethan reached the end of the tourney, he'd beat out every major Lord/house, collected no more than a few minor flesh wounds. And when he finally faced off against the one woman he wanted most of all, he knew better than to go easy on her, she'd never accept the outcome if he did. It was said to be a most spectacular match, as Princess Vaella Targaryen was a beast unleashed with her blade in her hand. But as Aethan knew best, Vaella always fought viciously when she was emotional...but in that state she also left room for very slight minuscule mistakes. Mistakes Aethan knew how to spot and capitalized on, and used to defeat her.

He pinned her twice, once she held her blade at an equally vital spot...but she would not yield. So he separated from her, and worked his way to knocking her sword from her hand, before pinning her again. His true dragon unleashed, he was grinning ferociously when he pinned her down for the second time. To the sound of screaming cheers from nobles and commoners alike viewing in the crowd, Aethan cared for none of it, he just needed to hear her say the words, that she yielded...and that she'd finally accept his offer for his hand.

And she did.

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Funnily enough, back when I first wrote Vaella's character bio I had no idea what my plan was for her future or for her love interest(s). But once I started thinking about Aethan and Jacaela's other babies and Lucenaera's babies, and I started drawing the lines between who'd end up with who. Aethan seemed like such a fun perfect character to match Vaella with!

Plus I find that the parallel throughline between Vaella and Aethan here feels like it really draws back to the core of Rhaemond in this universe! Like the base relationship isn't starting with real hatred or them being actual enemies, but there is an enemies to lovers element to them, and the bickering and competitive nature between seems super fun to me.

There's also technically a 3rd party to this relationship, a character I decided not to mention here. He will be introduced in this story and then he'll be more important in the sequel story when I focus on adult Vaella. There, I think, eventually with the three of them their relationship will result in becoming more of a throuple than just a straight linear marriage (though Vaella and Aethan's marriage will still be the core.)

Sidenote: when I do make Part 3 of this series, don't mind me if some of these details change when I do get to writing it. These are just my main initial thoughts for these characters now. But once I go into more depth with them, things might alter just a tad!

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Jacaela kids in order:

Aethan Velaryon (133 AC), baby #2 (137 AC), baby #3 & #4 (142 AC)

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Rhaemond kids in order:

Vaella Targaryen (135 AC), Daemion Targaryen & Aelyx Targaryen (137 AC), Valaena Targaryen (138 AC), Naerys Targaryen (139 AC), baby #6 & #7 (142 AC), baby #8 & #9 (153 AC)

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Will you do a next gen ranking? Your least to favorite and why??

I love all of the next gen, but this ranking is my own personal thoughts on each of the characters. It’s a mix of my own thoughts of the characters and what I see in the fandom.

Teddy

I have written the least about Teddy in any of my stories. I think he’s funny and smart, he loves his family and sees the Wotter kids as his younger siblings. He loves deeply and cares so much for the people that matter to him.

He sees Victoire as his little sister and I could never ship them together, which is why you’ll never find me shipping them.

Victoire

She’s the oldest grandchild of her grandparents and always carries so much on her shoulders. She loves her younger siblings more than anyone in the world, but because of her parents and the unsteady relationship she has with them, she runs away the second she can. She does abandon her siblings, but that’s the last time she ever walks away from them. She loves Dominique and Louis so much, that she ends up naming Louis her only daughter’s godfather when he’s 13.

Lorcan/Lysander

The pair of them are kind of weird, Luna is their mum and Rolf abandoned their family when they were young to find another adventure. They’re great friends with James/Freddie/Roxanne and a year older than Scorpius/Al. They both have wild love lives, Lorcan and Dominique have many ups and downs, while Lysander makes quite a few mistakes that end with him and Becca having their own happily ever after.

James

I adore James, but he’s a bit of an idiot. He loves his friends above all, he loves his family, and he sees them as the same. Betraying James is losing the most sincere and genuine person in the world. He is a bit of partier, but also a lightweight that always makes bad decisions, and he also says things that are either extreme hurtful or able to win anyone over.

So James is a bit tricky and depending on who in the family and how old they are, they either adore him or hate him.

Dominique

She’s the gossip queen, and also the family pariah. She made one bad decision in her life and faces the consequences the rest of her life. But it makes her stronger and helps her clear her head of the trivial matters and she prioritizes those that will support and love her. She has a falling out with her parents worst than Victoire and leaves the second that she can.

Dominique stands up for herself and I admire that in her. She adores Louis and does everything she can to help take care of him, even when he doesn’t need it, because that’s what Victoire taught her.

Roxanne

She also made one mistake in her life that she pays the consequences for the rest of her life. She loves her family but has a hard time talking to them and she struggles with her self image. She works so hard to build herself that she burns bridges within her family. But even with that in mind, she will do anything for those who care for her.

Lily

The youngest grandchild of them all and a spoiled princess. Growing up in a house of all boys, she’s a daddy’s girl and knows who to work it. She is a brat, but she does come down to earth, she’s very much like her Grandfather James and that does become her downfall while at Hogwarts. After she grows from her experiences, she does mellow out and become more aware and considerate of those she thinks matters in her life.

She’s smart and funny and talented, but not everyone wants to be her and it takes her a long time to realize that.

Al

Drama follows this boy and he can’t quite figure out why, even though he knows it’s all on him. He lets James and Rose take care of him until he’s thrown in situations that they can’t and is forced to grow up and come to reality. He can be jealous and manipulative, but also the sweetest and kindest and most heartfelt person in the world to those he loves. He knows that he sticks out like a sore thumb, so he works as hard as he can to make himself seen and heard.

Freddie

So sweet and kind with trouble following right around the corner. James may be the oldest grandson but Freddie has been holding up his own little circle of cousins since the moment he was born 12 hours later. He loves loudly and openly once his girlfriend allows it 😂🙄 and he is the first after Victoire and Teddy to bring a baby (twins) into the family. He goes from child to man in a short period of time and he finds that he likes himself more as a father and husband than anything else.

Molly

She saw death taunt her at 2 years old. She almost missed out on her life and now she loves it to the fullest, she loves deeply and passionately, she cares as much as she can. Her family means everything to her, and she makes a big family with the person she loves the most in the world, even if it took a bit of rollercoaster for them to make it work. Lucy is her ride or die and that will never change.

Lucy

She almost lost her sister three times in her life and it’s effected her. She finds love young and never turns back. She’s the first to cry in any situation and while everyone around her teases her, she can’t help it, she has so many emotions that she can’t keep them all in. She’s so much fun to write and became one of my favorites early on.

Louis

He’s the youngest grandson, he’s quiet and sweet and smart. He’s autistic, but still an active participant in the family, just managing to find a spot a bit more in the background. He falls in love once and nothing will ever make him fall out of love. All little kids love him just for being as blunt and honest as they are. He’s an artist and uses his art to express himself as well as he can.

Hugo

I adore Hugo, he’s so smart and funny and good. He does have some prejudices he has to work through, but it’s more of just understanding and getting to know people that are different than him. He has ADHD and dyslexia, but he never lets anything slow him down, he works so hard at Hogwarts to be the best he can and it carries on the rest of his life.

Scorpius

So sweet and kind, so precious, this boy really turns around his family name. He’s so smart and charming and he falls so hard for Rose. They get together at fifteen and never look back. He really manages to take everything his parents gave him and taught him and puts it to good use. He is a ride or die to Rose and Al, and his loyalty and love for others puts him so high on this list.

Rose

Rose has been my favorite next gen character since I first read the epilogue. Ron and Hermione were my first big ship (big reason why both of their kids are so high up) and I just adore Rose. She smart and funny, she loves deeply, she cares to the point of breaking, definitely a mother hen to her younger (and sometimes older) cousins. She falls in love with Scorpius and that’s that, fifteen or not who cares. Rose is a character I saw myself in at eleven, but now she just a breath of fresh air to write about.

Final Thoughts

I really don’t like doing ranking posts like this, it’s like asking me who my favorite childhood pet was. I love all of these precious characters and the way that I write them, they all come together for each other when needed and they all love each other too. The Weasleys and friends all see each other as family, and I don’t like to put one under or over the other in a ranking. This list really just comes down to how much content I’ve written for each character.

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Sixty Six.

I have already said how much I hate watching this Gracie business, but my daughter loves it so here I am watching it with Emi and Aziel, Rylee dropped him off but didn’t stay, Amerie went to the door and then just left, I asked for him to stay over. I said we want to spend time with him, and she dropped him, so we are having kids time, the boys have gone to a friends’ houses. The way Aziel loves to touch my daughter’ hair because she has clips in it “what is your obsession with my daughter hair?” he quickly moved his hands away as he looked at me “yeah you, I am speaking to you” he just grinned at me “come here son” waving him over, I haven’t asked about anything now. I do not care, all I care about is people talking shit, I have already warned that if it does get out then there is trouble. I was worried but there only one bird speaking and it is Monica, she will never just shut up. Like I am shocked she is still here, Robyn is a push over when it comes to her “you want my watch?” Aziel started touching my AP watch, taking my watch off “this is mine” I said to him “kiss” I chuckled “why can’t you just call me grandpa? Huh? Why kiss?” I questioned, I don’t know if I sounded harsh, but he just rested his head on my leg and looked up at me “what is that all about? Am I being too loud” picking him and placing him on my lap “I am not mad” I said to him giving him my watch, Emi made her way over “now what do you want?” she came over with her little shopping cart “you want to sit here too” patting the couch “Aziel, who is this?” I pointed at Emi, he poked his lips out “Emi, say it? Say Hi Emi” he is thinking so hard right now “Emi” I cooed out; it was easy to say. Picking Emi up and placing her next to me “Emi has so many toys doesn’t she, I wonder who is going to clean that up” the door opened, looking over and it’s Robyn and her mother, you know the thing about Monica. She dislikes me so much still, to this day “you’re in your zone aren’t you” Robyn laughed “I am, this is peace” Aziel put my watch over his arm but it went sliding all the way down “that child is made from your daughter being groomed” Monica just said it out loud “Robyn I can’t lie but I will kick your mom out, you shut her up” I said to her “mom we spoke on this, it was never that” Robyn said “I can’t believe you two were both blind to her doing that, now she is stuck with this child” looking at Robyn “this is our grandchild you are speaking on, Monica I don’t want to hear! I am so fucking serious!” I shouted; Aziel jolted a little because I shouted “Robyn! I said deal with it I am not having it, tell her to go. Out of this room, not having your shit” Aziel gave my watch back “it’s not you” I laughed, I think he assumed I shouted for that, he shook his head and got up from my lap but then Emi came over to me, Robyn looked at Aziel in sadness, she listens to her mom all the fucking time. I feel bad now, I may have upset him.

All the kids love Amerie, she is a blessing. Smiling at Aziel saying more, he knows how to ask for more food “you want more, anything for you” this is sweet, walking off. She is ok, she doesn’t need me staring her down “can I speak to you” I said to Robyn, I don’t know where she is walking off too “you know your family always cause issues, I don’t want to hear Monica and her opinions, these opinions are affecting you, I saw the way you looked at Aziel. I won’t have that” Robyn crossed her arms looking up at her “you’re assuming that, I never looked at that boy differently. I love him, that is my grandchild too” I shook my head “stop lying to yourself, I know you feel a type of way ok, your mom is putting so much shit in your head that you are now thinking it’s real, I won’t have it. I refuse to allow you to think of a child that way, she wasn’t groomed, stop it” Robyn is so dumb “I know, everything is just driving me crazy. My mom even said rape, I feel sick to my stomach. I know it isn’t, but I promise you I don’t look at Aziel any other way, I even text Rylee to say thank you for letting us have him, I am just busy and I felt sad. I saw he got upset when you shouted but it wasn’t at him of course, just please Chris everything is so stressful” nodding my head “true” she isn’t wrong “she needs to shut up, if she wants to stay here she needs too” Robyn nodded her head “so he is staying the night, she said that it’s ok, gives her a chance too spend time with Oakley that isn’t really speaking to her but she has deal with that herself” nodding my head “Ti is coming, I have summoned her to come alone so I want you to be there, I don’t want her to think we are bullying her, also Mel will be here, she thinks we are forcing her to do things according to Taylan so yeah”  I sniggered “I would love to beat that guy up, my god” I laughed.

Ti did come, she arrived by herself “Aziel, are you going to go with Amerie. Take the toy, Amerie is going to play” he wants to play with Emi toys, but she is having a nap now and he has nobody, also Rylee has banned Ti from seeing him “Aziel is here!” Raihan spat “see your uncles are back and out of breath, you done?” I asked Raihan “yeah! Junior is coming too, we only played for a little at his house” he hugged Aziel “he is staying over too, so you better be nice to him! Serious and remember he is a child so don’t play too rough” he held Aziel hand “let’s go and play” Amerie smiled “I will watch them” she said, she needs too because boys play rough “we can have fun, yay!” Raihan said “yay” Aziel copied him before the door closed “how cute is that” Mel poked her lips out “he is happy, I love for that him” looking at Ti “yeah, I think erm. In life, it’s about the kids, wishing death on their parent is nasty work” Ti looked at me “you know the shit I been through with Monica, I think a lot of the times she wished me dead; you know how that is. But you openly said that? What did he do to you? You don’t care about Rylee so why care what he does?” I asked “I care about Aziel” I laughed “oh you do? You would have saved his heart and his tears if you shut your mouth, you know. But whatever Ti, I just wonder what else he knows, I am waiting for that moment” Robyn is glaring at me “sorry, please proceed” I gestured “this isn’t about what happened, it’s about Fenty. Dad is here, Mel is here too because I don’t want you to say I am bullying you or forcing you because to me Ti, I helped you. You and her both act like I am obliged to give anything to either of you and then you turn around and talk behind my back when I gave you an open road to go places, to move to places, to see the world but I gave you left overs, I gave you a job. You’re so spoilt that you now think you can take my company and if not you want to go, and then telling him? Giving me messages? Who the hell do you think you are and him!” oh Robyn is pissed “I never asked him to say anything, I was venting” she defended “well go on, I want to hear it, what is the issue” Robyn said.

“I wanted a title; I was annoyed that you just want Rylee there. It’s always been Rylee, and still now you trying to give it her” Robyn put her hand up to shut her up “hold on now, I am trying to give you bum girls a job yeah, because anything you girls do reflect on us! Yeah? You get it, Rylee dropped from Dior, Rihanna daughter being dropped got it? Do you see the pattern, I ain’t having that shit, all I am giving you and her is a job at Fenty, you know what it’s ok for you girls to come here. Go into my room and take Fenty products because you need it and leave huh? You know what Ti, just as much as you think I want to give it her, I fucking don’t really. Why would I want to give it you so you can throw it in her face while I am dead, why would I give it to her so she can say I was always the favourite, I have had enough. This shit you speak on to him has pushed me over the edge, I helped you. I was trying to help you, but I became the bad one? Mom is penalising me; mom wants Rylee. Mom wants neither of you, yeah. But I am trying to save face, I have you saying you ain’t getting much and her throwing Fenty in my face, I have had enough. So you tell me what you want to be huh? Chasing behind your man or whatever?” the thing is Robyn gave her a platform and helped her, but she feels pity “I have always been in the shadow, an afterthought. For once Taylan puts me first” I huffed out “so much so he destroyed your relationship with family huh” I spoke up “he wants to apologise to Oakley, I didn’t give him the full story” I laughed “oh so you thought you would, what else have you told him?  The thing is we know you both have disagreements, but this is gone now. And it makes so hard to know that you know. There has always been positives and negatives but this, this is it. I feel like I need to die to see you both together again, I am hurt by it. I raised you girls, and I saw it all, I saw the moments when you both held hands, you both being together. I seen the good times, I seen the moments when you both were there for each other, it wasn’t always bad. So to me this hurts because I know it’s not ever going to be the same, I wish you didn’t you know. But remember that you both were there for each other” putting my head down, this does hurt “I want to apologise to her too” she mumbled “leave it now” Robyn said.

“I think we just need to accept it and move on now, accept the new normal and as much as you say you love Aziel. She doesn’t want you near him, this is why he is not being able to sit here. It’s her child, I asked why, and she said why would I allow someone that hates so much near my child so yeah. We need to move forward now ok” Ti got really upset with that, I saw the look on her face “so she banned me from seeing Aziel? This is so fucked up, why is she bringing kids into it? She is so fucking petty so I can’t see my nephew now? Wow” looking at Robyn, she is very upset about that “I love him like my own, that is TT baby always how can she do that. No matter what I never wanted that wow” sitting back “Ti, it’s her son. We can’t just you know say she is doing wrong, we can’t question her parenting because that is her child, I am sorry” Ti flicked the tear that fell “I will be ok” she breathed out “it’s just unfair, you know. I do genuinely care for him so now I won’t see him grow up yeah, just unfair. She is spiteful, that is all I am saying, forget it” she waved her hands “I get what you mean but from her point of view is that you don’t like his dad anyways, wishing death on him, it’s not nice. I pray for you girls, I pray that you both are able to heal at some point and that you are able to see your nephew, it’s not nice I get it” Mel said “well she is a bitch so there is that, right so anyways anymore? You hate me?” she looked at me “oh shut up Ti, I don’t hate you. You wanted to be with Taylan, and I wanted him out, so you left, you’re here aren’t you?” she is so stupid at times, I don’t hate her “alright but I know Oakley will be welcomed here right?” she said “no he’s not” Robyn said “sure, anyways. I would apologise to her, but she is a bitch that won’t want to know, I told him not to say a thing, he did, it’s a mess” nodding my head.

I don’t think Rylee and Tianna can be fixed, this is it really for them “I wanted to speak on Fenty, since your boyfriend thinks I have bullied you into it and you demand more from the company I built” Robyn said “he doesn’t think that” Robyn laughed “he does, I just want to make something clear. What I give to you girls is optional, remember Tianna when you go to these events, it isn’t your name carrying it’s mine. You know one thing about you girls, you are all selfish in your own way, but I am the bad one, I worked hard for this, and you think I will give it because you gave me a little work?” she laughed “so you tell me what you want? And we can deal with that” Tianna can make her choice, it’s on her “I want to leave Fenty” she said it “that is fine” Robyn is disappointed, I know her. I know deep down she wants to give this to one of her children, but they seem to push it off, poking my lips out “the position will always be open, it always will be for my kids” Robyn looked at me, I joked that Raihan may take it over, but imagine if he did. I won’t be mad because why not, if he can do it and run a business, that boy doesn’t know what he wants so this could be it “as long as you are happy then so be it, everyone happy and good. We will just have to do things separately in a way, so you both don’t have to be together, keep it that way. In regards to him, I don’t want to know. Your mom can, so there we have it” I smiled.

I sighed out heavily as I stopped walking, I would say I am proud of him, but I don’t think he wants to hear me about anything now since how it all went down. We haven’t actually spoken properly since my dad left the house, he just does his own thing so like coming here with him to see the stage set up for his event was a step I guess, because he hasn’t been speaking to me “this is mind blowing for America you know” Ybeez said “yeah it is, the boys are coming out though. Like I got many surprises and I think when it said my name and friends, I mean we know like I’m going to bring out the big ones from the UK so it’s going to be dope. Wadz was like you text me not to come and then you say come, I just you know. Been a lot” he talks to Ybeez more than me, I wish he would let me speak which sucks for me “well we move forward, heard Drake coming out too, you know when I released this and I put friends I didn’t know who” they both laughed out “nah, when I messaged the man dem they was more than happy to come. This is about to be a UK thing, plus Drake” they both laughed, I don’t know why I bothered coming “Fredo is coming one hundred and Dave, I am hype though but like I feel off about things too” looking over at the promoters walking over to both Ybeez and Oakley, I will just disappear into the corner. Getting my phone out as I did, Imani has sent me a snap. Tapping on the snap “who is this?” Imani asked Aziel, not her showing him a baby picture of me “me!” He spat “you? How you got long hair then?” She asked, “yes” Aziel touched the top of his head “who is that?” Raihan asked “that’s Rylee baby picture? Who else?” He shrugged “Aziel! Let’s go and play” not my son playing with them boys, the video stopped ‘Ur son thinks he’s you!!’ I chuckled reading that ‘🤣 he sees the colour of my eyes that’s why’ texting back to her, least he looks happy with his sleep over. Tapping on Saint’ snap he sent me, it’s a video of a billboard of Oakley ‘bigggggg’ he captioned it, I sighed out. I feel like there will be a lot of people at this thing, I am not happy that Ybeez is getting him to work but then again he isn’t talking to me anyways, but Oakley playing at Hollywood Bowl is going to be pretty iconic for him and for it to be a UK act too, it’s exciting.

I hate being ignored, it’s actually making me mad but I’m not saying anything until Ybeez goes really “whatever” I huffed out about to open my door, but Oakley did it “nah bro, I don’t have time for that” getting out of the car, I didn’t know paparazzi was here “you both have fun then, I ain’t going in there” Ybeez said, letting out an oh “Rylee, why was you dropped from Dior?” Oakley held my hand; he actually did but of course paparazzi are camped outside The Ivy, they always are because it’s celebrity paradise here, I wonder why here. Sitting down smiling at the waiter “I will be right back” I remember coming here, it ain’t cheap “twenty nine dollars for a cheese and tomato pizza!?” Oakley spat, I shushed him “that was so loud” he looked up at me “that is a lot, better be big too, like this is crazy. I ain’t know it was like this, Ybeez said it was a good place” I laughed “it’s a good place to be pictured Oakley, he told you to come here to be pictured like we did. He probably hasn’t been here; I have and it’s to be pictured and spoken about” he let out an oh “if you spoke to me then I could have told you that, but you wasn’t so yeah” he pulled a face “where has Aziel gone again?” I rolled my eyes “whatever Oakley” he is annoying.

He is being so awkward, so I am just going to look at my phone “Lee” he said, looking up from my phone, why is he mad “mean mugging why?” I questioned “I am not, just what can I say. I am pissed off, I just needed a moment to think” locking my phone “then speak to me” I said “you’re the one I am pissed with” he has a point “I don’t regret meeting you, but I regret thinking with my dick, I should have left it, I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t think you would say it. I assumed you would have waited and tell them it was when you was eighteen at least so that was all dead wrong, my life was crashing down on me. I just didn’t think you was that stupid, the consequences were too high but yet you still said it, I am mad at myself for doing it” he has a right to be mad “I am sorry, like the sorry won’t make up for anything but at that moment I was happy it happened. And it was with you, I don’t regret it but I guess for you then we could have waited and telling anyone, back then I didn’t think. I don’t think like I do now, I see it and I am sorry Oakley, but I wasn’t going to let you go down for it. I regret it ok. I regret speaking on it” I have a big regret “you told North Rylee, how you think I feel!” he spat “yeah” I breathed “she won’t say a thing, I know her. She doesn’t see an issue with it, she never did. She was happy for me, I promise you she won’t” he rubbed his face “how am I going to see these people now, like shit was ok now it’s just shit again. I am just mad at myself” I can tell he is “I mean when someone is offering themselves” he pulled a face at me “shut up, man just please. Don’t speak it, I don’t want to hear it now” he grumbled “that is fine but is this going to affect us? Are you wanting us to split? What do you want” he shook his head “I regret that, but I don’t regret meeting you, that is something I told you means a lot to me. I just want to go home” pulling a face “so you wouldn’t move here?” he laughed “hell no, we moving North London and that is it, I wouldn’t want to be here, ever” well that sucks.

I wish I wasn’t so stupid; I wish I didn’t speak so much too “I mean I know you don’t want to talk about it but I don’t regret it” he looked up at me “I know you don’t but we could have waited right, I owe your parents really” nodding my head slowly “they can make anything happen, my mother holds a lot of power. But my dad said he doesn’t want a thank you so just pretend it never happened, when you ever see them, ever. Just act normal, I know them. They just don’t want to be thanked; they hid me about my pregnancy so yeah. Are you going to come back to bed with me now?” he is so childish “you want me back in bed? I been awake with my DJ though, talking, just that” he is saying it like I cared who he is speaking too “you know I want you in bed, you must regret meeting me? You’re like quiet calm guy, you mind your business and just don’t speak, and only do it when you like them and here I am” he laughed “erm really, I don’t regret it like I do love you, you bring that out of me but like it’s a lot of drama” I grinned “so ask me to marry you then?” he shook his head “I don’t do marriage, why do you think I do?” I smiled at him “because you love me so much, you want to be with me forever and I know you would like the sound of me because Mrs Caesar-Su” the way Oakley smiled, oh he is smiling “nah, nah. I’ll still call you that without marriage” I groaned out rolling my eyes, he is so annoying “you don’t need to be tied down” he said “I don’t see myself with anyone else, also I cried a lot so this means a lot to me” Oakley chuckled “on your knees too, you was very dramatic” hiding my face smiling “whatever, who was consoling me though? Coming over like my hero, I really think you will marry me” he pulled a face “you’re very jarring, I don’t think that at all. Ok if we do, just a reception thing, nothing else. I don’t do public displays” I gasped “you promised me a suit if we get married so shut up, but anyways. I’m glad we north are getting along now, I just apologise” he nodded his head “just things get a lot” I understand what he means “you look amazing by the way” he complimented me, least I know he was looking at me all this time which made me smile.

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The Phoenixes, with my OC Cadmium, (to start) ^w^

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Cadmium is the sparkling of two of my other OCs Silver and Cyanide, who I might talk about later, and via connection with Silver, Megatron’s grandchild.

He’s a sweet little mech, who’s always wanted to follow in his second-sire’s footsteps of becoming a famous/renowned gladiator. It’s always just had a very certain allure to him. A favorite weapon of his is a good old sword, so he typically keeps one sheathed to his hip in adult years.

However despite his calmness, he is still a little gremlin! Upon multiple occasions he has been caught smuggling and stealing weapons in an attempt to make his little dreams come true, or in his earliest stages, simply making off with cheese rolls or other goodies from the snack table at a party/gathering even though he couldn’t eat them quite yet due to a lack of dentae that needed to properly come in, and inability to chew up his food properly, and hissing when they inevitably got taken away from him, eventually. Usually later on, Silver can be seen facepalming every time she watches her father and son interact, probably warring over a sword. (Megs trying to take it, Cadi trying to keep it.)

He is Megatron’s ‘student’, and also the next heir to the Decepticon throne once Silver steps down from the throne herself, and just like his own sire, Silver, is an only child. However, unlike most Decepticons, he instead wears a family crest, rather than a sigil, like Silver and Megs do.

He was born before his second-cousins, Smokeshot and Seashot. And so, he’s about eight vorns older than them. Between the three he’s usually the most responsible, and calm, albeit always trying to keep up with the boys and their friends.

His favorite flower is the rose; it’s elegance is like that of a swan, but in the form of flora rather than fauna. The pretty different colors and the different meanings to the rose enthrall him.

Pic of him in adolescence via Gacha Club:

Hope that works/is okay! :3.

With you asking for both Phoenix(es), I will go with those from the ‘Birds of a Feather’ continuity. Makes things a little easier for me. :3

Also, I assume Cadmium would be younger than the twins. 

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Alright, so, I think reg/Phoenix (Firewing) would have an easier time befriending Cadmium, because of the gremlin part. reg/Phoenix is a well known troublemaker who regularly plays pranks on those he either sees as friends or those he dislikes. (Depending on how he sees you, the pranks differ.) If they aren’t connecting over their shared love for trouble, then maybe reg/Phoenix accidentally stumbled over Cadmium as he tried to steal something. And reg/Phoenix, not knowing what to do with this sparkling, picked him up and brought him to sg/Phoenix (Ash). And then they would just sit there and try to figure out what to do, while sg/Phoenix keeps his word from Cadmium’s grabby hands. 

Although, after a while of playing ‘You can’t have my sword’, reg/Phoenix would make a small practice sword out of some safe material and hand it to Cadmium. Gettinh a smack from sg/Phoenix for even thinking about handing a sparkling a weapon. Even if it’s made out of fabrik, or wood. 

After that though, the two would just start playing with the little one. Making sure Cadmium would be distracted from getting in trouble by either telling him stories, the tale of Rose Red and Snow White is high in the list, or by playing their guitars and singing for him.

Overall, it would probably be chaos if those three met. Sg/Phoenix would constantly worry over Cadmium, while reg/Phoenix takes the little one with him to play pranks on others. 

(If Silver needs a babysitter though, I would  advise sg/Phoenix. The kid is a little bit more responsible than reg/Phoenix.)